Desert Wolf Copyright 1992 by Carl 'Dragon' Norden
Desert Wolf
Wylf opened her eyes and stretched lazily. Around her, the dark blue walls of her tent protected her from the bright late morning sunlight that beat down upon the surrounding sands. Beyond the walls, she could hear the faint sounds of the surrounding town, a permanent camp in the middle of a vast desert. For once, the responsibilities of running the town had disappeared, allowing her to sleep late. The wolf settled back into the soft, silken pillows, slowly skritching her paws through the soft russet fur of her sides. She lay in the dim light of the tent, enjoying the tranquillity while it lasted.
From somewhere outside, she heard wing beats approach, then footsteps. The flaps to the tent whipped open, and the shadow of a large griffon moved across the blazing light. The door closed and darkness returned. Shiltarm squinted, trying to see. He had a rough idea of where Wylf would be, but could only make out vague shadows. He stood by the door and waited. "Mistress?" he called quietly. Wylf yawned and looked up. Casually, she eyed the captain of her guards. Unlike Wylf, who was wearing nothing, he wore a crimson and black sash across his chest. Tight black pants covered his muscular legs, and a long, scimitar hung from his belt. Gold-feathered wings hung behind him. He was panting from his flight. Wylf knew that he realized how dangerous it was to fly in the heat of the day, so he had some reason to get here quickly. "What is it?" she asked eventually.
"Herril has now vanished, and we still haven't found any sign of Tar'thom or Rit'ko. Even their horses are still missing." He paused, wondering if she was listening. "A sword was found, and I think it belonged to Herril," he said. He moved closer to Wylf, standing just in front of her. "Also, a foreign ship has anchored in the northern harbor."
Wylf yawned again and sat up. Her drowsy eyes stared up at the griffon. "Who cares?" she thought. She was too tired to worry about that right now. She grinned mischievously as she thought of something else that she found more interesting. With a smirk of pleasure, she reached out for Shiltarm's belt with her foot. Shiltarm's beak dropped as Wylf's rather agile feet started undoing his buckle. Trying not to let himself become too aroused (but failing), he sputtered "That ship could be a minor threat."
"Perhaps," replied Wylf absently, pulling the belt away from his waist. Over the past few months, she had gotten quite good at using her feet for things like that. As his loose pants and sword fell to the ground, she kneeled before him, and glanced up to the griffon's face. His wings and tail quivered as the wolf's paws rubbed through the golden fur on his legs. Wylf growled softly, massaging his balls gently with one paw. With a grin, Shiltarm sighed and growled back as the wolf aroused him further with her tongue. "Almost too easy," Wylf thought as she kept herself amused with the griffon. Casually, she forced his hardened penis into her mouth, still rubbing and teasing with her tongue and fangs. "Perhaps he's gotten too used to this," she thought, hearing his quiet roars. "Something will have to be done about that." With one final lick, she pulled her head away from him and looked up over the chest of the panting creature. "Maybe."
She kneeled, and rubbed her paws further up his body, over the fur on his stomach and chest, up to the soft feathers of his neck. Leaning back, she pulled him down onto her bed. He landed over her on all fours, and she pulled his beak to her muzzle for a kiss. Their tongues met and intertwined as Shiltarm's tail started rubbing around Wylf's legs. She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp. He tickled her thighs with the fuzzy end of his tail and felt Wylf shudder as he brushed it across her pussy. While his tail continued to excite the wolf, he leaned forward and started biting gently at her ears.
Lost in her growing excitement, Wylf's paws clawed frantically at his back and the base of his powerful wings. She grabbed his waist and pulled his hips toward her own, desperate for satisfaction. His hips gave way, but only far enough to allow the head of his penis to rest against the rim of her vulva, which was by now begging, practically screaming, to be filled. After a deliberate pause, Shiltarm started a slow entry into the passion-filled wolf beneath him. Wylf howled with pleasure as she felt herself taking in the griffon. With one gentle push, his entire length slid into Wylf, and Shiltarm stopped for a bit to allow the sudden wave of ecstasy to subside. Like a wild animal, Wylf began biting at Shiltarm's feathery neck and growling in his ears. Matching her growls, the griffon started thrusting himself deep into the wolf. Wylf tried to muffle her cries and howls as she felt ripples of pleasure burning through her innards each time the griffon's hips impacted on hers. The bucking of his hips became harder and faster as Wylf bit at his ears.
Feeling the griffon sliding though her summoned powerful surges of ecstasy that built up inside of her until she felt all her control ebbing away. A howl escaped her lips when she felt her whole body tense and quake from Shiltarm's frantic thrusting. Somewhere above her, she heard him cry out as well, and she could almost feel the white heat burning inside of her from the griffon's orgasm. She was dimly aware of the heavily panting griffon falling gently onto her chest, and felt his hot breath on her face. A numbing silence was all she felt for some time. Slowly, Wylf felt herself regaining control, and started to calm down slightly. She had felt like a mindless animal beneath him, compelled by instincts she couldn't understand, almost as if this mating with Shiltarm was something she was forced to do. Her body quivered slightly as she thought about how much she enjoyed that feeling. Shiltarm, on the other hand, always seemed to remain rather calm and controlled, something Wylf found rather unexciting about him. Sometime soon it might be time for her to find a new 'toy' to replace him. Sometime, maybe.
Two hours later, they were riding across the desert, arriving at the harbor soon after. Along the ocean the desert was very much different. Trees and thick bushes grew along the hilly shoreline. Instead of powder-dry sand, the ground was solid, even damp in some places. More of her guards were already there, about 40 of them, sitting in the shade waiting. They sprung to attention when she arrived. Shiltarm dismounted from his horse, and stood in front of his other guards.
Wylf looked to the ship. It was a large sea ship, made for crossing oceans through any weather. Cannon barrels peeked out of the sides. All the sails were rolled up on the gaffes, except for a few loose pieces which flapped in the breeze. An anchor chain lead down from the bow into the dark water. Across the back, glinting in the sunlight, were the letters 'Amnidar' in gold. There seemed to be no activity on the deck.
Shiltarm spoke. "No one has left the ship since it arrived. It seems to be waiting for something."
"But for what?" Wylf asked. She tried to remember why the name 'Amnidar' sounded oddly familiar. "Can you take that ship?"
"Of course! The crew seems to be very small. It may be a decoy, but I doubt it." He looked to the ship. "Their only weapon seems to be those cannons, and they would be useless against us if we flew to them."
"All right, do it then." She got off her horse as the griffons drew their weapons. "There is little point in waiting until dark. They would expect it then. Go!" The aerial army took to the air and advanced on the ship. Wylf stood in the shade by one of the trees and watched. Just as the griffons reached the ship, a hand came out of the brush behind her, grabbed her mouth, and yanked her back. She struggled while she was dragged through the trees to a small clearing. Her attacker pushed her to the ground, and removed the sword from her belt. "So you're in charge here," came a voice. "I must admit, you're much prettier than most leaders I've run into. As for your hospitality, well... Attacking my ship? No matter... Those whimps of yours won't get far." Wylf turned to look to the voice. Standing over her was a stocky reddish-pink dragon. The black pants that he wore were more like shorts now, the tattered bottoms hung just above his knees. An old crimson sash tied about his waist held them in place. His face was red from sunlight; he obviously wasn't used to this environment. A childish smirk crossed his face, and emerald green eyes stared into her own.
"I thought that ship sounded familiar. Captain Dranga, the legendary fear of sailors," she growled, concealing her nervousness.
He grinned and bowed. "It's nice to be popular."
"If you think you have any chance of getting anything out of my-"
"Ha! Are you serious? In all my travels, I haven't come across anyplace more boring and useless than this place, including that town of yours."
Wylf ignored the insult. "Then why are you here?" She rubbed her chest, and began toying with her necklace. "Amusement. I'm having a race with Atom, Chavara, and a few others of my crew. Raced across the continent, to here. And since I seem to be quite early, I'm now after entertainment." He grinned maliciously. "If you touch me..." Wylf started. Dranga suddenly noticed the attention she was giving her necklace, and leapt onto her and ripped it from her throat. He looked closely at it, and let out a loud growl. "It's just a necklace," she said.
"I doubt that."
"Are all pirates this paranoid?"
"Perhaps, which could explain why I'm not the one who's just been caught."
"Yet," she mumbled. Dranga remembered the griffons. Grabbing her arm, he bolted back into the brush, dragging her along behind him. Darting quickly through the trees, they reached the shore in no time. He held her tight, leapt onto one of the horses and spurred it on, leading it toward the hills nearby.
He pulled her in front of him and held his claws against her stomach. "Now stay put!" he growled. As he glanced over his shoulder, he saw the griffons moving away from the ship. He must have been right about the necklace. Soon after, the horse raced into the small mountain range above the desert, and the harbor was out of sight. Dranga wedged the necklace under the saddle. His legs came up along the wolf's waist. He crossed his feet in front of her, and squeezed, cutting off her breath, forcing a cry of pain from the wolf. "Try anything, and you're in big trouble," he said as he let her breathe again. His wings snapped open, and he drove one set of his claws into the horse's side. The mare panicked, leaping forward in pain and fear. Dranga's wings pulled him and his wolf captive into the air.
They ascended far above the ground. Wylf felt relieved that she didn't have a fear of heights. She still remained nervous knowing that Dranga could drop her at any time, and a fall like this could kill her.
Dranga flew for a while, high enough to keep his captive frightened, but low enough not to be seen. He veered toward the cave he had used as a shelter and swooped into it. Once inside, he dropped the wolf, and landed by the small pool. He shoved his face deep under the frigid water, and splashed more on his body. He was not accustomed to the desert heat. Doing almost anything made him hot, and a flight like that overheated him quickly. Wylf tumbled across the floor, and crashed into the wall. She lay there, dazed for a bit. They had dropped down a steep shaft which was probably impossible to climb, meaning her only escape was from outside help. The sound of the dragon splashing around in the water caught her attention. She sat up as she watched him cool off. "Getting a bit hot for you, eh?" she thought with a slight grin. "I'll have to remember that." As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked around. A small fire burning near the center of the cave kept the chamber from getting too cold and provided enough light to see. Off in the corner, she noticed a large pile of bones, three red and black suits, and a pair of swords. "Tar'thom, Rit'ko, and Herril," she said quietly.
"Yep," replied the dragon. "And their horses." He patted his belly. "I must say, you raise tasty griffons here," he said, licking his lips.
A surge of rage overtook Wylf, and the spell passed her lips before she knew it. One of the swords flew across the room into her hand. She hesitated for a bit, angry at herself. Using any magic, even such a simple type, was dangerous when not in total control, and using it automatically could be just as dangerous. She forgot about it for now, for the dragon was more of a threat. Dranga saw what happened, and leapt to his feet. He was only partially sure about what happened. Normally, Wylf, with or with out the sword or magic, wouldn't trouble Dranga, but if he wasn't careful, he would overheat again. Wylf held the sword toward him. Dranga stood, waiting for her to move. As soon as she took a step toward him, he blew a cloud of fire at her, and leapt through it onto her. The fire startled Wylf, and his collision with her caused her to stumble back. Falling, she swung the sword at him, and it caught his wing. The blade tore a large gash through the soft flesh of his wing. "Yahh!!" he cried with pain as he struck out at her wrist. Claws sliced across her arm, and the sword fell from her hand to the floor. The fight was now just a matter of strength and agility, and the dragon had her out matched. In a few minutes, she was pinned down.
Breathing heavily, Dranga held her down with one foot. He reached for the sword with his tail, pulled it closer, and picked it up. "So you like playing with swords?" He looked at the blade as she glared at him. He grinned sadistically, and placed the blade into the fire, under the glowing embers. Her mouth dropped open in fear, watching him withdraw the sword, its blade glowing brightly in the darkness. With his free hand, he tore her shirt near her stomach open, and waved the sword close. "What are you doing?" she cried with fear. "You want to know?" He pressed the blade into her fur.. She screamed loudly as it sizzled against fur and flesh. Almost instantly, he pulled it back. A large patch of blackened fur remained, but aside from the pain, he had done nothing more. He flipped the sword to his other side, and held it close to her skin again.
"That's just a singe. Want a more permanent one now?"
"No! no..." she whimpered. Her side was still in pain, and she shuddered the thought of another burn. "Well... are we going to try that trick again?"
"Nay."
"Good." He tossed the sword into the pool. With a splash of water and a hiss of steam, it vanished into the shadows of the pool. "Now remember," he pulled her head near his, and looked into her half open eyes. "Your friends were just griffons, and you're just a wolf. It really makes no difference to me." He dropped her back to the ground, and looked at her again. "Except... you happen to be a girl." he continued with a wicked grin. He began to tug at her loose clothing. Wylf struggled furiously, but aside from him delaying to strike her across the face with his paw, it hardly hindered the dragon's efforts. He tore her shirt off, and yanked off the pants she was wearing. "NO! Please!" she screamed.
"Oh? Why not? It might be fun," Dranga teased, and he began to let his paws wander across her fur. As he amused himself, she became furious.
"How dare you try this?" she growled. No one ever even dared to disobey her, let alone pin her down and try this. She was powerless. All she could do was get angry. "Get your paws off of me."
"You know," he chuckled, "you're beginning to get annoying. I'll have to find some use for you." He held her down with one hand, and began to undo the sash about his waist. With a yank, his own pants came off, and he tossed them aside. With a snarl of anticipation, he crouched over her. Wylf looked at him with fear and anger. "Don't even think about-" she started angrily. "Your voice is getting tiresome. Perhaps I should plug your mouth with something?" he said as he grabbed her muzzle and forced her mouth open. He brought his waist up toward her face, and Wylf shuddered when she felt the dragon's erect penis brush against her chin. "Now if I feel one bite from you," he warned as he positioned himself over her, "you're going to wind up following your three griffon friends. Got that?"
Before she could answer him, he brought his hips down and stuffed his swollen maleness into her mouth. Out of fear, she felt forced to keep him pleased. As the dragon's waist slowly bobbed up and down, Wylf rubbed her tongue along his length. As she continued hearing his grunts of enjoyment, her anger toward him grew, though not enough to overcome her fear about his threat. She also began to feel angry at herself for starting to feel oddly aroused. With a sudden push from the dragon, Wylf's head was pressed against the rocks behind her, and was held there by his body. Growling with determination and anticipation, Dranga started forceful thrusts over the wolf's tongue. Again, Wylf felt forced to allow him to continue due to her fear, but also due to some unexplainable desire. She almost wanted him to do this, almost hoping he wouldn't stop. Hearing the intensity of his growls and snarls increase, she shuddered with fear about what was to come, but unconsciously tightened her lips around him. A few more quick, violent bucks of his hips brought the loudly roaring dragon to an orgasm inside her mouth. Wylf felt her own body tense up in an almost pleasurable way as her mouth was suddenly filled with a heated, salty ooze. Dranga sighed with satisfaction and pulled himself away from her to rest. As Dranga rolled off her, she spat the whiteish liquid out and scowled at him with blatant hatred. Being used like this was something she had never imagined happening from anyone. Being raped or treated so roughly was something she found unthinkable.
So why did she enjoy it so much?
Her thoughts were again cut short as she noticed that the dragon seemed to be stumbling around, as if drunk. A confused look crossed his face, and his eyes seemed unable to focus. He suddenly fell forward onto her with a gasp. Something seemed wrong with him again, but Wylf remained still.
In a few seconds, Dranga recovered, partially. He still felt hot, and was beginning to get weak. He crawled away from her and moved toward the pool. His head was spinning badly. His internal temperature was way to high. That fight got him hot enough, and playing around with her made it worse. In a few days he'd be adjusted to this temperature and environment, but until then, he had to be more careful. He collapsed into the pool. His eyes had a hard time focusing on anything, so he just closed them for now while he cooled off.
Wylf stood up, watching him. She had guessed that the heat was getting to him again, for the dragon didn't get a chance to cool down after their flight. He seemed almost helpless once he overheated. "I wonder..." she thought as an idea crossed her mind. Grabbing a mid-sized rock, she stepped closer to him.
Dranga heard something, and sat up. He was cooler now, but he still felt dizzy. He opened one eye, and saw Wylf leaping at him. Startled, he tried to move out of her way, but couldn't react fast enough. As Wylf struck his head with the rock, Dranga growled in pain. Everything he saw was fading to a whiteish color. His body crashed onto the rocks by the pool. Though the waves of pain, he tried to get up. All he could feel was the throb of pain on his head, and he fell back over. He saw Wylf as she stood over him, and he could just barely make out the grin on her face. With a sadistic laugh, she struck the rock against his head again. This time, he blacked out.
Dranga slowly felt himself regaining consciousness. He wasn't in the cave anymore. He seemed to be lying on something soft. He opened his eyes, but all he saw was a blur. Somewhere nearby, he could make out vague movements and muffled voices. He tried to sit up, but fell back down. His head still was spinning, and he felt weak. Slowly, his vision cleared, and he was able to look around. He was in some sort of room. It was rather dark, the area only being lit by two braziers. A soft bed of pillows was beneath him. Looking around some more, he noticed a griffon nearby, presumably one of Wylf's guards. "Only one guard?" Dranga thought. He sat up again, and felt the ropes on his arms and legs. "Ah. I thought it was too easy." He sat back, hoping the pounding in his head would stop. Sometime soon after, Wylf walked in. Shiltarm motioned for the guard to leave, and took his place behind Wylf. She grinned as Dranga looked up at her. "I'm glad you've finally woken up."
"Nice to see that one of us is," he groaned. His head still hurt. She walked over to him, and reached out to his neck. She had something in her hand. "What are you doing?"
"Restraining you. This necklace is a little present I fixed up for you." He felt her fastening it around her neck. It felt a bit tight already. "There. Now you're a bit more under control." She pulled a knife from her belt and cut his ropes.
As soon as he was free, he made a quick attempt at grabbing her wrist. Shiltarm reached for his sword, and stepped closer. Wylf just smiled and concentrated on the necklace. It began to close around Dranga's throat, cutting short his breath. He released her with a startled choke, and it loosened. Reaching up to feel the necklace, he found that it was just a thin chain with a small crystal, but the material seemed very strong. Judging by the feel of it, it was probably a lot like the one Wylf was wearing, but hers hung loosely with a small crystal attached. She smiled. "Now, I expect you to remain here until I've sent for you. If you think of trying anything, make sure you think of that necklace first." With that, she and Shiltarm left. Dranga was furious. He paced around the tent. This had never happened before. No one ever dared to try anything like this. Yet she was doing a lot more than trying, and he couldn't stop her. He threw himself onto the mound of pillows with a growl of anger.
A short time later, another griffon entered. She was carrying a large tray of food, filled mostly with fruits that he vaguely recognized. After setting it down on the pillows beside the dragon, she stepped back and watched him. He looked at the tray, then at her.
"What is that?" he asked.
"Wylf told me to get some food for you. There are some of the fruits we just received."
Dranga snickered. "You're joking. She said to bring me food. Go get some sheep or a horse or something."
"We don't have horse steaks just lying around." she replied.
"A steak? Forget that. Get me a live one."
"What, you'd eat a whole horse??"
"Yeah. I've done it before."
"I can't get you one. Wylf has enough trouble with her guards trying to eat them. This is all you get." He eyed the tray. The food it carried looked quite good, but he felt like harassing her. "That stuff looks nasty."
The griffon frowned. "Wylf also told me to make sure that you ate." She walked toward him, and grabbed his arm. "Hey!" he cried as she tried to force his mouth open. "If it wasn't for this damn collar, I'd-"
"That is the point of the thing," she said calmly. He stopped struggling, and let her feed him. It was a lot better than he expected (though not as good as he hoped), but he still complained just to annoy her and to amuse himself.
It wasn't too long before his hunger made him forget about trying to irritate the griffon, so he just attacked what was on the tray. He was dimly aware of her presence at his side, needlessly hovering close by to make sure he ate. The tray was quickly emptied. Dranga sighed happily, feeling both content and tired, sprawling himself out on his stomach for a quick nap.
He had forgotten about the griffon, until he noticed that she was still sitting by his side. He was trying to think of something else to complain to her about when she started lightly scratching his back. He completely forgot about what he wanted to complain about as he enjoyed the feel of her paws scratching, which slowly changed to rubbing..
"Being a captive might not be so bad," he thought as she gently rubbed the muscles around his wings. "So what else did Wylf tell you to do for me?" he asked casually between groans of pleasure.
"Oh, nothing." With that, she stood up and left. He stared after her. "Hey, wait a minute," he said, but she was already gone. "That wasn't supposed to happen that way," he growled.
The rest of the day went quietly, until evening. Dranga stirred, hearing the doors of the tent whipped open. Sitting up drowsily, he was surprised to see only Shiltarm standing over him. He tried to stand, but an abrupt punch from the griffon collapsed him back to the bed. "Enjoying your stay, Captain?" sneered the griffon as Dranga sat back up growling. Dranga heard the sounds of several guards still outside, then remembered his collar, and restrained himself from returning the attack. He was hardly alert enough to try anything anyway.
"Well, I've had better," he mumbled through clenched teeth.
The griffon belted him again. "Watch you're tone of voice," he growled. Dranga managed to catch the blow, and this time swung back, striking the griffon square in the face. Shiltarm roared in rage and leapt onto the dragon, knocking the wind out of him.
They struggled briefly before Shiltarm managed to get Dranga pinned down under him. "That wasn't so hard," taunted the griffon. Shiltarm cuffed him again, and Dranga dropped into the pillows, ceasing his struggles. "Hardly a fair contest," Shiltarm laughed, "But the pleasure of humiliating you seems a fair prize."
Dranga groggily forced himself to his hands and knees, shaking his head. Amidst the pounding in his ears, he heard the sound of the griffons belt being unbuckled. When he finally realized what it was, he quickly straightened upward to his knees. "Wha-", he started.
With a painful crack, the leather belt was struck hard across his back. Dranga collapsed forward again with a cry of agony. He felt the griffon's hands on his back, roughly pulling him to his knees, and felt his hot breath along the back of his neck. "A very easy conquest," rasped the griffon. Dranga snarled and tried to struggle free as he suddenly felt what had to be the griffons erect and ready cock pressing up under his tail, but Shiltarm's grip on his waist held him in place. All at once, Shiltarm bit down on Dranga's shoulder with his beak as he thrust himself forward, forcing his penis into the dragon. A sharp cry of pain escaped Dranga's mouth as he felt himself taken, and his cries slowly faded to whimpers as Shiltarm kept pressing further, not stopping until he had buried his entire length within his prize. The griffon rested briefly, lowering his furry belly onto Dranga's back. He held tightly to the dragon beneath him and licked at the blood that was starting to dribble along Dranga's shoulder. "What's wrong, Captain?" Shiltarm sneered. "Aren't you pirates used to this?" Dranga trembled under his captor as he felt the griffon's cock being pulled almost completely out of him, then harshly thrust back in. The griffon bit into Dranga again, his breath becoming erratic as he screwed harder, his hips crashing into Dranga with greater force. The grip on his waist tightened as he heard the griffon peaking. Dranga cried out in pain again as he felt the razor sharp beak closing on the back of his neck. Shiltarm shuddered, muffling his shrieks of ecstasy into the dragon's neck as he thrust himself into the dragon a few last times before falling back to rest.
Dranga tried to leap away, but suddenly felt Shiltarm pulling him back by his collar. "You're not through yet, cretin!" Shiltarm yanked, and Dranga flipped back, his head landing against the griffons leg. "I'm still having fun." Shiltarm tugged Dranga's head upward toward his stomach. Dranga growled, and was struck across the head again. Shiltarm grabbed the dragon's head in both hands. "Let's see how that tongue of yours is." Thumbs on either side of Dranga's jaws forced his mouth open, and Dranga saw the still erect cock of the griffon bobbing before him. "If I feel one fang," scowled Shiltarm, "I'll be using your hide as a saddle." Shiltarm pulled Dranga's mouth over his penis and forced his jaws closed over it. The dragon shivered and worked his tongue over the shaft, unwillingly pressing it against the back of his throat. Shiltarm growled softly, rocking his hips slightly and sliding his cock through Dranga's mouth, pressing it partway into his throat. A few more licks from the dragon's tongue and the griffon came again, filling Dranga's mouth with the hot salty ooze. Shiltarm sighed contentedly, and slid his shaft from Dranga's mouth, but his paws held tightly around his muzzle. Dranga struggled slightly, but the griffon held, laughing. Reluctantly, Dranga swallowed the mouthful of griffon semen, and was rewarded with another harsh cuff on the head, sending him crashing into the pillows. Shiltarm laughed as he pulled his pants back on. "Enjoy your nap, Captain," the griffon sneered, laughing more as he left. Dranga struggled to a position that felt a bit less uncomfortable, seething with a blurry rage as he collapsed into unconsciousness.
For Wylf, however, things were going much better. For the first time since she returned, Shiltarm wasn't pestering her. He had followed her, constantly inquiring about whether or not she was harmed in the struggle with Dranga. Luckily, she hadn't seen him all day. Finally last night he had disappeared, allowing her to rest. She had seen him once while out this morning, and was quite glad to see he was busy with something else.
Deep down inside, she had a sneaking suspicion that Shiltarm was getting really jealous about the fact that she had taken quite a bit of interest in this new toy she acquired. The thought infuriated her. It should be of no interest to him what she did or thought. She cursed herself quietly for giving the griffon too much attention. Still, with this new 'playmate', she should be able to set Shiltarm straight.
She entered her tent and climbed back onto her bed of pillows. After tossing all her clothes into one corner of the tent, she lay back and thought about sleeping before dealing with more of the day's responsibilities. After rolling around for a while with little success, she decided that she was too hungry to sleep. She sent for a late breakfast, which her servants brought right away. Soon after, she decided to have Dranga sent in also. Her guards arrived at Dranga's tent almost immediately after. Though he was not in the mood to wake up, he was glad to have a chance to get out of his tent. As the two guards lead him to Wylf's tent, Dranga got a good look of the camp. There were dozens of tents, and most of them seemed to be set up somewhat permanently. Many guards were scattered around also, most of them being griffons, but there were a few others scattered about in various ranks. "Wylf seems to like something about griffons," he mumbled, not really caring why. All around were all types of different creatures, all going about their daily business, barely taking notice of the dragon. "This isn't a camp, it's practically a small city," he thought. A few moments later, they came upon a tent that was far larger than the others. He guessed that it had to be Wylf's. As he walked toward the door, the griffons stopped and let him enter. He stepped through the door out of the hot sun into the cool darkness of the tent. Once inside, he could smell the food she was eating. What ever it was, it smelled a lot better than the vegetarian nightmare he had gotten before, and his hunger returned slightly. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, but he kept walking blindly forward.
In his own cabin, he carefully left the path in front of his door clear just for this reason, and he assumed that Wylf did the same thing. As his foot struck some unknown object which sent him careening through the darkness, he realized how wrong he was. He crashed into the side of Wylf's bed and fell to the floor. Wylf laughed. She had been watching him in silence since he entered, hoping something amusing like this would happen. "Perhaps you should stay down there," she said. "You'd make a nice pet that way." He groaned and climbed to his feet. His eyes had adjusted a bit more by now, and he could see her lying on her bed. She rolled over and laid on her stomach. "Rub my back," she ordered. With a sigh, he kneeled by her side and began massaging the wolf. From time to time, she growled happily. After a few minutes, she rolled away from him. He stood back up and watched her.
She rolled up against some pillows and sat up a bit. "Come here," she said quietly.
"What, in the bed?" Dranga asked. It wasn't quite what he was expecting. She nodded in the darkness. Carefully, he stepped closer. When he reached the side, he stopped, and sat down on the side, still only barely able to see. She snickered quietly, and kneeled beside him. "Now what do you want?" he asked.
She moved herself even closer. "What do you think?" she purred in his ear.
Dranga thought for a bit. He knew just what she wanted to hear, but trying to provoke her might be more fun. "Well, since you asked," he started with a grin, "I think you desperately want anything you can't have." Wylf slapped him hard across his face. Half instinctively, half curious about what would happen, he punched her back, striking her muzzle. His punch wasn't too hard, but it caused her body to twist away from him, or so he thought. In a flush of anger, she had spun herself around, and still unaccustomed to the darkness, Dranga didn't see what she was doing. Growling, she raised her arm as she spun, and her elbow struck Dranga hard on the side of his head.
"GUARDS!!" she screamed as he crashed to the floor, again. As he climbed to his knees, a pair of griffons walked in. "Take him," she ordered. "He's not quite ready yet."
"This is going to be a long day," he thought as the griffons dragged him out.
Some time later, the hot sun blazed over the group. With his arms bound in tight ropes, Dranga stood facing Wylf and about ten griffons. Behind him, Shiltarm stood pounding a long spike deep into the sand with a heavy hammer. Beside the first stake was a second, and both entered the sand at odd angles forming a rough 'X'. A large stone, weighing about one quarter of his own weight, was tied to his wrists. A long rope ran from his wrists to where the griffon stood pounding. With a final bash, the griffon set down his hammer and began to tie the ropes to the two spikes. Dranga looked at Wylf. "Well, the sand is certainly getting the point, but I don't."
"Don't worry, you will." Dranga heard footsteps behind him. He looked back, and saw Shiltarm advancing upon him, wielding the large hammer. As the huge guard wound up for a swing at the dragon, Dranga leaped upward. The hammer flew through empty air, missing by inches. "He's been instructed not to leave the ground," Wylf said, "but to hit you any time he can."
"With pleasure too," growled Shiltarm. Dranga hovered over him. The rope let him stay about 20 feet out of range, though the rock made flight difficult. Then it struck him what Wylf was doing. Flying like this would overheat him, and he couldn't land. He tugged on the rope to try and pull the spikes from the sand, but the angle of them prevented him from loosening them. The griffon swung again, just missing. Dranga had floated down a bit with out realizing it. He darted higher and tried to think. Already, he felt too warm.
An idea crossed his mind. He flew as far as he could from the spikes and lowered himself. Shiltarm lumbered over to him, and tried to hit him again. Quickly, Dranga flew back to the spikes and desperately tried to pull one free. Before he could even get one loose, he had to leap aside from the griffon. The head of the hammer impacted into his leg, sending the dragon spinning into the sand. He leapt to his feet, shook off the pain, and bounded up away from his assailant. As he flew upward, he felt dizzy. His body temperature was soaring above normal.
Below, Wylf watched with a wicked grin. She was surprised that he was agile enough to reach the spikes and avoid the griffon while carrying that rock around. He couldn't go on much longer though. Already, his flight was erratic, and his reactions were getting slower. Dranga tugged weakly at the rope. There was no way he could break free. His wings were numb, but he couldn't stop them. His whole body felt like fire. His breath felt as if it were burning his throat, every breath becoming more painful than the last. Desperately, he tried to cut the rope with his claws again. Suddenly, with a cry of pain, he felt his wings give out. He crashed to the ground, smashing his head on the rock he was carrying. Barely conscious and quivering in pain and fear, he watched the head of the hammer as Shiltarm raised it high above him.
A cold breeze woke him. He opened his eyes a bit. He was back in his tent. In the dim torchlight, he recognized the female griffon who he had met earlier. Suddenly, he remembered what was happening.
"The hammer!!" he cried in sudden fear.
"It's all right," the griffon said soothingly. He felt her gently rubbing his shoulders, and lay back, shivering slightly from fear and the breeze. Seeing him shiver, the griffon pulled a quilt up to cover him, and whispered, "It's over," softly. As she gently rubbed his chest to calm him, he realized that she was under the quilt with him. The feeling of her soft and warm fur gently rubbing against him slowly pushed the fear from his mind, and feeling the soft feathers of her face brushing against his shoulders did so even faster. A quiet gasp escaped him as he felt her beak gently nip at his ear. Her paws slowly moved down to rub his stomach. Dranga's confusion slowly gave way to his arousal. He nuzzled her feathered cheeks amidst soft growls of pleasure. In the semi-darkness, he watched her slowly slide herself up onto him, until she was lying on his belly, staring into his eyes, teasingly rubbing the fuzzy end of her tail along his thighs. She rubbed her legs gently along his, the soft fur warming and gently tickling him. His paws came to her side, and they held tightly to her as she deftly brought her tail end to lightly brush against the dragon's erection. He gasped quietly, tensing, forcing his hips upward, trying to feel more of her tail. With a slight shudder of pleasure, the griffon felt the dragons' shaft meet her between her legs. Dranga moaned softly as he felt her, and continued pressing harder, unable to suppress a quiet cry of pleasure as he felt himself engulfed by the warmth and tightness of the griffon. She arched her back and cried out at the ceiling, pressing down onto him and taking his entire length all the way into her.
Dranga gasped quietly for breath, staring upward at her as she slowly leaned far enough forward to gently nip at his ear again, slowly lifting herself off his firmness, nearly releasing him, then pressing down, taking him in once again. He felt the tuft of her tail teasingly brushing along his thighs and balls, her beak carefully biting his ear, and her smooth tight warmth sliding around over him, pressing faster and harder each time. He howled out, reeling in pleasure while she continued, biting gently at his neck as she felt his body starting to tense. A cry of pleasure, a sudden squeezing pressure from the griffon, and the dragon felt himself losing his control all too soon. A soundless cry escaped him as she brought him to a peak, his seed spilling into her in spasms of ecstasy. She never slowed, extracting more and more until Dranga finally collapsed back into the pillows, panting from exhaustion. She stopped, and pressed her body against his, feeling his hot breath of fatigue blowing though her feathers. She lay silent, smiling as she listened to his panting breath slowly subside. Soon, he sputtered something, trying to ask a question.
She just hugged him tight, saying "Wylf and Shiltarm had to leave the camp for a bit, but Wylf will be returning soon. She left me to watch over you, and to make sure you were comfortable and kept happy when you woke." Dranga nodded, amused by her interpretation of the instructions. He stretched out onto the pillows as she climbed off of him, moving to sit at the side of his pillow-bed. With a yawn and another stretch, Dranga relaxed further into the pillows, with the same satisfied look on his face. Slowly he remembered what happened to him earlier, and that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself here. "What... What did happen to me earlier?" he asked slowly. "During Wylf's punishment, you crashed and passed out. You've been comatose since then."
"Oh? How long have I been asleep?"
"Nearly two days." His eyes widened. "We were afraid you were going to die."
"Heh... dragon's don't die eas- What to you mean, 'we'?"
"Well, Me and Wylf."
"Her? Worried about me living?" he asked after a brief pause.
"Very."
He nodded with a cynical grin. "She just doesn't want to have to go and find a new toy, that's all," he said and lay back onto the pillows.
"No, it's more than that. She really does likes you, maybe even loves you."
Dranga laughed. "She shows it real well," he said sarcastically. "Every damn female who likes me tries to have me smashed apart by one of her thugs."
"Shiltarm got a bit carried away. He wasn't supposed to hit you. Wylf just wanted to scare you." Dranga snickered at her comment. "No, I mean it. I've known her for a long time now. She's never quite seemed happy, not until you kidnapped her. She's always been used to everyone obeying her. She always got what she wanted. She got command of this whole desert from her father just because she wanted to have it. You were the first one who ever disobeyed her. You made things difficult for her, and she liked it. Oh, she was angry, but she's been in a far better mood most of the time since then. She was almost in tears when she thought you might die, though she hid it well. She'll be relieved when she returns and learns that you're all right."
Dranga sighed, trying to push the thought of Wylf from his mind. "What about you? I'm sure you've heard about what happened to some of Wylf's guards, so why would you be worried about what happens to me?"
With a slight grin, she replied, "It's nothing new. With her temper, Wylf's guards tend to have a... risky job anyhow, especially those in high positions. Some of us are taking bets on how much longer Shiltarm will survive."
"Not very, if I get my claws on him."
"I doubt you'll have much chance for that." She smiled. "Well, Wylf will like hearing that you've still got some spirit left in you."
"Good. Then she won't be too disappointed when I find a way out and get back to my ship."
"What?" the griffon asked, in a disapproving tone. Dranga remembered what the griffon said about Wylf. "The idea of staying doesn't thrill me that much. I don't like it here. I'll admit, Wylf is nice, though a tad bit on the sadistic side. But I hate being a captive like this. First chance I get, I'm leaving, no matter how many of her guards stand in my way."
"She'll be angry... and upset."
"Well, what do you want?"
"I want her to be happy," she said. With a grin, she added, "Maybe you should take her with you." Dranga stared at her, unsure of what to say.
The griffon broke the silence. "Hungry?" Dranga thought about that for a second. "Starved."
"I have a surprise for you." She walked out, and returned a moment later. She lead in a sheep. Dranga suddenly felt real hungry. "I couldn't find a horse, but I thought this might do."
"Yeah," he said, hardly concealing his hunger. "Well, have fun. I have other tasks." With a wink, she left the dragon to his meal.
Most of the rest of the day was uneventful. Dranga spent most of his time eating, sleeping, or pacing around. As night was falling, he learned that Wylf had returned when one of her guards told him that he was expected in her tent. He was a bit surprised when he realized he was walking alone, not being escorted this time.
Through the short walk, his thoughts kept wandering back to what he and the griffon had talked about, and to what she did to him just before. "Yipes, I never even learned her name," he thought with a grin. "No matter. Hopefully, I'll be leaving soon. Or maybe, we will?" He thought about that for a bit as he walked through the cooling dusk air, quickly coming to her tent. He felt strange knowing that Wylf actually felt something for him, and it seemed that he would be a bit more comfortable if she only thought of him as a plaything. "Well, if she did, leaving would be a lot easier..." Folding the sides of the door back, he walked into Wylf's tent.
Once again, the tent was dark, but since it was getting dark outside, his eyes were a bit more adjusted. Wylf looked up. "Well, there you are. I hope that this time, you will behave yourself." Dranga nodded quietly. "Good." She waved a paw for him to come closer. He stepped carefully to the side of her bed. His eyes widened as he saw what she wasn't wearing anything, and his jaw dropped unconsciously. She kneeled up and pressed herself against him. "The nights around here get cold," she said quietly as she rested her paws on his waist.
"Yes, I had noti-" Without warning, she leaned back, pulling at his breechcloth, and pulling him onto of her. "Whaa??!!" He landed on top of her. She wrapped her hands around his back, and began kissing him deeply. For a moment, he kissed back. Then, abruptly, he stopped and pulled his head back. "Now hold on," he said, a bit unsure why he had stopped himself. She stared back at him with a soft grin. Forcing himself onto all fours, he said "Look, we-".
"Oooh, stay like that." she said with an even bigger grin.
"What?"
"Don't move. Not at all." He groaned as she began to slide out from under him. She kneeled by his side, and began rubbing his back. Her paws began wandering. She scratched at his back, his stomach, his arms and legs. Soon, she pulled off his breechcloth. He looked quietly at her, and she just smiled back, and let her paws continue to roam. She let out a soft growl as her paws gently played along his cock. With a sigh of pleasure, his head fell between his arms as Wylf massaged him. With a louder growl, she lay on her back, and slid under his chest from his side. Her mouth gently kissed him between his stout legs. "Yow, this feels nice," he thought. He growled happily as her tongue slid around on him, exciting him more. "Even though I feel a bit like a horse." he looked between his arms at her. "Or perhaps, another wolf." He shivered, and howled quietly with pleasure as she gently forced his entire length into her mouth. Above him, his wings quivered quietly. Wylf grinned as she toyed with him. She enjoyed him; he followed orders well. After the conditioning he got yesterday, he should. The sudden thought about how much she enjoyed him when he wasn't in control was quickly pushed from her mind.
Dranga looked over his shoulder at the wolf's body. The shadows made it difficult to see most of her clearly, but he liked what he could see. However, after thinking of yesterday's events, he restrained the growing desire to mate her before she allowed him. With a silent snicker, he decided to try hastening her. His tail bent around and began teasing her, rubbing it slowly up the length of her legs. She gasped and released his shaft from her mouth as he brought his tail further up her leg and against her sex. He tickled and teased with his tail, watching her squirm from the feel. With a loud moan, she took the head of his member back into her mouth. The dragon tensed and unconsciously thrust forward, forcing his hardening penis all the way to the back of her throat, pushing her head back onto the pillows. As she lay under him, working him over with her tongue, he pressed his tail harder against her, forcing the end slightly inside. Wylf flicked her tongue out far enough to brush his balls. Dranga winced in pleasure and thrust forward again, desperate for the feel of her. She clawed at his tail as he felt her smooth warmth around it. Wylf howled around his shaft, and finally pulled her muzzle away to gasp for breath.
"Frisky tonight, aren't we Dranga?" she asked between heavy breaths. As he nodded, a musky smell struck his nose. "Good." she replied. "We can have more fun that way." She turned around, dropped down on all fours in front of him, and smiled back at him. Without any delay, he leapt forward and kneeled behind her. "Now I really feel like a wolf," he thought. He growled softly at her as he leaned forward and lay his stomach on her lower back. He wrapped his arms around her chest and held her arms while he gently bit at one of her ears. One slight thrust of his waist brought the end of his cock against her vulva. He tensed, squeezing her body between his arms, and pushed harder, sliding deep into her with little resistance. Wylf groaned as he first started entering her, arching her back and growling quietly as she felt him sinking deeper into her. Dranga bit harder on her ear and shuddered. He thrust forward again. Wylf felt the pain of his fangs in her ear, but it only enhanced the amazing feel of the dragon's penis within her, stretching her as it slid through. With a loud gasp of pleasure, she felt his waist finally press against her. Groans of pleasure escaped the dragon as he pulled himself almost completely out, and shoved himself back in again, burying his throbbing cock all the way into her. The fur of her legs tickled his thighs at every thrust, heightening his pleasure almost beyond what he could withstand. Below him, the wolf felt helpless, every stab of the dragon sending ripples of fiery pleasure through her stomach and chest. Her back and neck arched back far enough to nip at the top of his neck, and lick at his jaw. Her tongue sent shivers down his spine, and in his mounting pleasure, he felt himself nearly tumble over. He stopped his thrusting to resteady himself
"Enough of this," he thought. He backed out, and with a rough shove, he pushed the wolf over onto her back. She looked up at him, startled by what he was doing, but not objecting. He fell forward onto her, pinning her back to the pillows. A gentle thrust forced the head of his awaiting penis partially into her, and with a puff of pleasure, he sank his whole shaft into her. Rocking his hips brought almost instant uncontrollable pleasure to him. Amidst his thrusts he was barely aware of Wylf's claws scratching fiercely at his back, and of both of their howls of pleasure. Wylf tensed, whining as every penetration rippled through her, and finally she cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy, clawing deeply at Dranga's back and pressing his chest tightly against her. Dranga was aware of her claws, but felt nothing but fiery pleasure as the wolf suddenly tightened around him. His back and tail arched while he roared out, the heat of his ecstasy being released within Wylf's pleasure ridden body. With a gasp for breath, he fell forward, exhausted, and lay on the equally exhausted wolf. Aside from the sounds of their panting and occasional whimpers of happiness, everything was silent for a long time.
Wylf hugged Dranga tightly, and giggled. "I think the whole camp heard you with all that noise."
"Yeah, sorry," he said between gasps. "Well, some of your cries were loud too. I'm sure someone knows what we're up to."
"I don't care. I enjoyed it too much to worry about." She thought back for a minute. She enjoyed that more than she ever enjoyed mating. Something about that seemed odd. Maybe she liked this dragon too much. She gave him a kiss. So what if she liked him. She could do as she pleased. He was her toy.
"Heh, I really don't care either." Dranga too was wondering why he enjoyed that so much more than before. Perhaps the griffon was right. Maybe Wylf did love him. He kinda liked her too. Perhaps a short stay would be good idea. "Maybe someone else can run things on the Amnidar," he thought. "I could use a vacation. Maybe I won't need to escape yet." With a yawn, he decided to worry about that tomorrow.
A cool breeze blew through the door across them. "That feels nice," said Dranga.
"It'll get cooler," she said. "Since you did so well, I'll let you stay here in bed with me instead of on the floor."
"Thanks," he said. Putting up with her wishes would be something that might take time to get used to. He kissed her again. In a few minutes, they were asleep.
Just before dawn, Wylf awoke. She heard someone approaching. Dranga kept sleeping as she sat up a bit. He was curled up next to her, resting his head on her chest. As she looked to the door, Shiltarm walked in. The griffon tried not to get too alarmed at what he saw. "Mistress?" he asked calmly.
"Yes?" she asked, and started to climb out of her bed. She gave Dranga a gentle shove. He woke, groggily moved over, then tried to fall back to sleep.
"The squadrons from the south have arrived. I've positioned them by the harbor, and they're awaiting my order to attack." stated the griffon.
Wylf climbed to her feet before the griffon, looking around for her clothes. "Attack? On who?"
"That ship."
"Ah." Still drowsy, she didn't realize who's ship they were discussing. She heard Dranga stirring, but didn't know he was listening intently. "Why have you returned?"
"To see what you wanted done with the contents of the vessel."
Wylf shrugged. "Bring whatever looks valuable back. And get rid of the ship. I don't need it."
"And of what remains of the crew?" asked Shiltarm with a hopeful grin.
"Try and bring them back. They might be useful." Shiltarm nodded. "A few might have to be killed, just to set an example."
"Whatever," she started. "That'll make things-"
"You sadistic bastard!" roared Dranga. The loud snarling startled Wylf and Shiltarm.
"Shut up Dranga," the wolf said angrily, alarmed by his suddden rage. Dranga was suddenly on his feet standing on her bed. "Dranga! Sit down!" she screamed. One hand reached for the crystal on her necklace, causing Dranga's necklace to constrict, but it seemed to have no effect on him. Shiltarm reached for his sword. In a blur, Dranga leapt across the tent toward the griffon. Before Shiltarm could even get his sword free, Dranga was on him, sending them both tumbling to the floor in a scuffle. Roaring with anger, he slashed his claws through the flesh of the griffon's chest. "STOP IT!" Wylf screeched as she forced his collar to tighten further. "GUARDS!!! HELP!!" Several griffons were already rushing in, trying to pull the enraged dragon off Shiltarm. It took eight of her guards to finally drag him away and pin him down. Even then, he still struggled under them all, wheezing for breath around the collar. Shiltarm stood nearby and watched. His face and chest was torn apart, but he was still standing. Streams of blood poured from the wounds as he tried to hold them shut. Seeing his need for help, Wylf struggled to keep her anger controlled as she applied a quick spell of healing to the griffon.
"You damn fool!" Wylf growled when she finished. Again, she forced the necklace tighter. By now, the collar should have been cutting off all his air. "This time, you are really going to-" Several of the guards cried out in alarm.
From somewhere under the guards, a shimmering light appeared. The light brightened, and rapidly swelled larger. The abrupt expansion hurled many of the griffons away, almost as if the light was a solid thing. The glow had the same shape as Dranga at first, but it was changing as it grew. Wylf and Shiltarm stepped back. With a distinct snap, the collar that was around what was Dranga's throat snapped. At the same time, the crystal on Wylf's necklace shattered. The glow soon faded.
Standing in Dranga's place was a much larger creature. He stood on four powerful legs, and was almost 30 feet high. Huge, dark wings stemmed out from his back, and an enormous tail thrashed around behind him, knocking away support poles and demolishing the tent. A sudden puff of flame aimed at a cluster of griffons scattered them, searing those not quick enough to leap away. Stray flames ignited the walls of the tent. Wylf just stared up in alarm and fear as her burning tent began collapsing around her.
Dranga laughed loudly as he looked down upon everyone in the tent. "Now it should be real easy to leave," he thought. The words of the female griffon crossed his mind. Perhaps he should take Wylf along. He stepped toward her with a malicious grin.
Shiltarm watched the dragon moving toward Wylf. Drawing his sword again, he leapt between them. Dranga growled at the menace, but kept advancing. Shiltarm looked up at the huge creature that towered over him, and a desperate idea crossed his mind. He leapt up toward the dragon's throat, intending a quick attack and retreat. He misjudged how quick Dranga could react.
Dranga saw the griffon leaping at him, and lowered his head. With a cry of fear, the griffon found himself leaping right into Dranga's open mouth. Dranga snapped his jaws closed and caught the griffon. A loud shriek of pain came from the dragon's mouth as Shiltarm's sword bounced harmlessly to the ground. He tipped his head back and, with a quick gulp, swallowed the struggling Shiltarm whole. Wylf, along with several of the other griffons who were cowering with fear, stared with horror at the squirming bulge that slid down the dragon's throat and into his body. Dranga looked back at Wylf. She tried to back away. With a careful lunge, he grabbed her in one huge paw, and leapt upward into the sky.
Once outside, he flew rapidly upward. Looking back, he saw a few guards beginning to come after him. He laughed and flew onward. He could easily outfly them. They would be back to the Amnidar in no time.
Wylf sat quietly in the dragon's paws, still only partially sure about what had happened. She looked down at the town as it quickly receded into the distance. Her guards would never be able to catch them at this speed, and once she was on Dranga's ship, she would have to find her own way out. She remained silent as he carried her across the morning sky.
Shortly after, the ship was in view. Dranga swooped downward and dived toward his boat. He came to a stop just over the deck, and dropped Wylf. She landed hard, but unhurt. Someone nearby helped her to her feet. She looked up and saw that he was a large gold triceratops. He smiled at her before looking back up at Dranga. With a shimmering flash, Dranga changed back to his normal form, and landed gently on the deck.
"It's about time you got here," said the triceratops. "It's been a few days since I won." He snickered. "I've sent Fantom to get you some clothes."
"Thanks, Chavara. I ran into a bit of trouble. Namely her," he replied, indicating Wylf.
The dinosaur smiled. "We've had some trouble also. A rather unfriendly bunch of griffons keep makin' a nuisance of themselves."
"Well, get used to it. They're hers, and sometime soon they're going to try getting her back." Just then a young fox came up onto the deck carrying a small pile of clothes. Dranga took them, and started putting them on. "Krestin ain't back yet. He was way behind last I knew. Atom just returned, though in bad shape. Sputtered something about the griffons, and has been dozin' in has cabin since."
"Yeah, well, keep an eye out for Kres. And watch for those griffons. They might try something soon." He suddenly felt very tired in spite of last night's long rest. "I'm going to my cabin for some sleep. Fetch me if anything happens."
"Aye, sir."
Dranga lead Wylf below the deck and to his cabin. She resisted now and then, but when he gave her a strong yank she stumbled onward. Once they were back in his cabin, he gave her a quick push and sent her tumbling into his bed. He shut the door and walked over to his desk. After withdrawing a length of rope from one of the drawers, he walked back. As she sat up, he began tying her hands together.
"What are you doing?" she growled, and began struggling to undo the knots.
"I don't trust you. This is to keep you out of trouble," he replied as he began to tie her feet together. He dragged her from his bed over toward the widow of his cabin, bringing two extra ropes with him. With one, he tied her feet and ankles together, though he left them about a foot apart. The other he threw over one of the crossbeams that ran near the ceiling, and tied tightly around her waist. Once she was secured, he stepped back to watch her. "Now don't go anywhere," he said, smiling as he tugged his shirt off and climbed back into his bed. Wylf looked back at him. "You're just leaving me here?" She was expecting him to tie her to his bed, not out here. Deep inside, she had wanted to be bound near him rather than left alone.
"Of course not. I want to sleep." He was lying. He did want to keep her close, and seeing her tied up like that aroused him greatly. For the moment however, he found his bed too comfortable, and was content with sleeping. Leaving her there would probably annoy her more than keeping her near, so he left her as she was. He could fool around all he wished later. With a chortle, he lay back and soon fell asleep.
Wylf struggled against the ropes. What ever she did, she found herself uncomfortable. She couldn't stand, for the rope from her wrist to her feet was too short. She couldn't sit or lay down either, for the rope from the crossbeam to her waist was too short. All she could do was to just hang by her waist. She tried propping herself up against the window sill, and she felt a bit more comfortable. Hoping for something to cut the ropes with, she looked around his room.
Dranga's cabin was fairly large. In spite of the light that shined in from the windows, the cabin seemed dark. The walls were made of dark wood. The floor was covered in a deep red rug. It was dark, but not gloomy. If she wasn't tied up and a prisoner here, she might have liked it more. Against one wall was a large desk that was covered in papers, maps, old bottles and dozens of trinkets that Dranga had kept with him. On the floor nearby was more stuff that had fallen off his desk and hadn't yet been retrieved. Next to the desk was a large open chest stuffed with his clothes. On the opposite wall was his bed, a large pile of pillows inside a wooded frame, looking almost like an oversized bird nest in which he slept. Two chairs were near the center of the room, one facing his bed, the other overturned. On the far wall, in the corner, was another pile of assorted junk. Wylf couldn't clearly see what most of it was, but she could make out a pair of small crossbows that appeared loaded. Unfortunately, they were far out of her reach, and with her hands tied, there was nothing she could do to bring them closer. With a sigh, she settled back and tried to rest, and slowly, she fell into a restless sleep.
She awoke to the smell of food. She groggily looked up and saw Dranga lying on his bed munching on something. He was also toying with one of the crossbows she had noticed before. She had been asleep for a while, but she wasn't sure for how long. Outside, the sun looked like it was in a late afternoon location. She tried to move, but her stiff muscles hurt too much. Dranga noticed the movement. "Hungry?" he asked. She nodded weakly. "Tough," he replied, and kept eating. With a quiet snarl, she tried propping herself against the window to get a bit more comfortable. When she looked back at him again, he was pointing the crossbow right at her. She tried not to look too nervous. "Ever hear of some human called William Tell?" He raised the crossbow up a bit and aimed at the rope. "He was quite good at this sort of trick." With a 'Twang!', he shot the bolt from the crossbow at the rope that held her to the ceiling. He missed by a few inches, and shattered one of the window panes behind her. His eyes widened. "Whoops." Tossing the weapon aside, he leapt up toward her, and untied the rope from the ceiling. Wylf fell back to the floor, relieved. Her arms were sore from hanging for the past few hours. He untied her hands as well, then climbed back into his nest. Slowly, Wylf untied herself, and crawled against the wall.
Dranga snickered again. "You know, you mentioned something about pets a while ago. That sounds like a neat idea," he said, munching on a piece of meat. Teasingly, he tossed a piece of food down on the floor near her. She tried to ignore it. She didn't want to satisfy him like this, but she felt too hungry. She gave in quickly, and crawled over to get it. He grinned and began tossing more pieces to her. Each piece he threw to her lured her closer and closer to his bed. Soon, she was up against the side of it, and Dranga began scratching her head as she ate from his other hand. "I always hear stories about some people who have pets, about how they have something that looks after them as they sleep, or keep them company." He reached down and gently picked her up, and pulled her into the bed with him. She lay back, stretching her sore muscles as Dranga crouched by her. With a grin, he crawled onto her. "I also get told interesting tales of what they do with their pets when they are bored," he whispered. She smiled weakly as he ran his hand gently over her face. Dranga leaned forward slowly, licking her shoulders as his hands slid down, gently taking hold of her wrists. She struggled slightly, but he easily pinned her gently beneath him while he ran his tongue slowly up along her neck. Wylf shivered slightly when he lowered himself, resting his belly on hers, and she began licking his muzzle lightly, as if silently begging him to continue. His knees pressed down between her legs and forced them apart, and he brought her wrists together above her head. A gasp escaped her when she felt his tailtip teasing along her thigh, slowly rubbing higher. He held her wrists with one paw and ran the other down her arm, then slowly across her chest. "If they behave, those pets often enjoy it," he whispered, licking her ear. Her response came as a soft moan when she felt his hand rub over her breasts and his tail brush across her sex. Her hips unintentionally raised, eager to the feel of his tail. Dranga growled softly, squeezing her nipples between his fingers, and pressed his tail lightly into her vulva. The penetration sent shivers through her. With a louder moan she raised her hips again, unable to ignore the growing pleasure the captain was causing. There was no way she could stop what he was doing, which she found frightening, but equally exciting.
She soon felt Dranga pull his tail away from her. She sighed, panting slightly, disappointed that he had stopped. Dranga shifted slightly, and she felt the head of his cock sliding slowly along the length of her crotch, and her passion instantly returned. She howled out as his penis found the entry to her pussy, stretching her as it slowly forced into her. Dranga rocked his hips slowly, and every thrust sent ripples of desire through her as the dragon's shaft slid deeper and deeper into her. He growled in pleasure, his breath rising to loud pantings as one hard thrust sank his entire cock completely inside the wolf. He bit gently at her ear while he mated her, his shaft pumping harder as he felt a fire of ecstasy starting to burn within him. He licked along her muzzle, feeling her hot breath on his face. Amidst the pleasure of feeling herself engulfing the dragon's cock with his every thrust, Wylf dimly noticed Dranga bringing his muzzle along hers, his mouth forcing hers open and pressing against it. His forked tongue slipped into her mouth, meeting hers. With a whimper of pleasure, she pressed her tongue forward, exploring over his fangs. The waves of pleasure that were rippling over her grew to an intense level, and she broke away from the kiss, tipping her head back and howling as her back arched. The captain nipped at her throat, thrusting harder into her, feeling her clench around his penis with every thrust. Grunts escaped his mouth with every breath, and he felt the desire in his loins swell out of control. Dranga's head tipped back and he let loose an ecstatic roar, an unintentional puff of flame leaping from his maw as his violent thrusting pumped his fiery seed deep into the wolf. His grip on Wylf's wrists released as he trembled through erratic thrusts, finally stopping as a blissful exhaustion quenched his desire. The dragon relaxed and lay spent, panting for breath while he rested on his pet. Wylf lay quiet, enjoying the bizarre tingling she felt as Dranga slowly licked at her ear, then lifted his head upward to kiss her deeply. Something deep inside her was enjoying this. She never had anyone force her to do anything, and no one ever even thought of treating her like an animal. Even Shiltarm, whom she was much less strict around, would never try anything like this. She began thinking about him. Poor Shiltarm. What remained of her loyal captain was being digested deep in the belly of this monster that lay resting on top of her. The thought repulsed her, overcoming the pleasure of feeling his seed steaming within her. She broke away from his kiss and tried to push him away. He growled and tried again. She pushed him away once more. He sat back with a frown. "Would you rather be tied back up again?" he snarled. His words seemed to have no effect, and she continued to struggle away from him. "Or should I find a better use for you? Perhaps I should give you to someone else in my crew for a while?" She glared at him. Dranga smiled, watching her discomfort. "I'm sure someone would love the chance to play with a new toy. In fact, I'm sure the whole crew would be glad to share you. Do you want something like that to happen?" She lay back quietly, appalled by the idea of being treated like property. Being treated as a pet was tolerable; this was too much for her.
He had been bluffing. He really didn't want to give her away. That bothered him a bit. Normally, any prisoners he acquired would often be 'lent' out to other crew members. It kept morale much higher. But not with her. Something within him wanted her to himself. The words of the griffon echoed through his head again. He snarled at his confusion, and leapt up out of his nest. He walked over to his clothes and put them on. He looked back at her and cursed quietly. He didn't want to leave her, but something kept bothering him. Maybe being away from her for a little bit would help.
Wylf looked up, not quite sure what had happened. She saw him get dressed, then leave the room. Nervously, she worried that he might be doing as he threatened. A minute later, the door opened again. She cowered back under a blanket when she saw that it wasn't Dranga, but the gold triceratops that she heard Dranga call Chavara. "'Allo," he said calmly. "The capt'n's gone off for a bit. He wanted me to keep an eye on you. Doesn't want you wanderin' off I guess." Wylf watched with a surprised look as the huge dinosaur sank himself into one of the chairs, pulled out a book, and started reading, totally ignoring her. She was confused by his apparent lack of interest in her. Even weirder, she felt a bit insulted. She lay back in the nest and thought for a bit. An idea formed in her mind, one that should get her free. She looked to the stocky frame of the triceratops. "It just might be enjoyable as well," she thought with a smile.
She climbed out of the bed and walked over to Chavara. He noticed her moving, but kept reading. Quietly, she looked over his shoulder to see what he was reading. "Isn't that book getting a bit dull?" she whispered into his ear. Her hands fell gently on his shoulders, and rubbed down over the bulging muscles of his arms. "It's na' that bad," he replied, obviously lying. Wylf slid her paws around to rub his stomach, sliding her paws over the smooth silk of his shirt, nibbling on his ear. He set the book down. Chavara grunted and snickered to himself, thinking this is what the captain meant by her being dangerous. He gave up trying not to admire her. "But it certainly doesn't compare with you."
She smiled, and moved back to the bed, tugging gently on the dinosaur's tail. She gracefully fell onto the bed, stretching herself out, her tail barely concealing the darker patch of fur between her legs. Climbing to his feet, Chavara tossed the book aside and stepped over to her, his well built frame towering over the lithe wolf. She purred softly and rolled into the middle of the captain's nest, beckoning him to follow.
Somewhere below decks, the captain lurked around in the shadows. He soon wound up in the aft hold, resting on one of the crates. "What am I doing in here?" he thought aloud. "I was wondering that too," came a whisper from somewhere near him. From behind a pile of extra sails crawled a young, dark-furred fox. As usual, Fantom Phox was sneaking around unseen, avoiding most of the crew. "Hiding perhaps? Like me?"
Dranga chuckled. "No, not hiding." Fantom was one of the few of his crew that Dranga really trusted, and Dranga was one of fewer that Fantom could trust. "I just happened to be alone in here."
The fox smiled. "You've caught y'self such a fine prize, and you're not back in yer cabin to enjoy it?"
"Perhaps I just needed a breath of fresh air." Fantom looked meaningfully around the musty hold, but said nothing. "Ok, ok!" the captain snickered, "Maybe I am hiding." The cabin boy lay back into the pile of sails, getting comfortable. "What ever for?"
Chavara sat sideways on the side of the bed, looking down on the enchanting wolf that lay sprawled out next to him. His paw reached and slowly rubbed his fingers through the soft fur of her stomach. Wylf growled softly, almost purring as she ran her hands up along his arm, then across the soft silken shirt that covered the muscles of his chest. She ran her paws down his sides, and slid them under his shirt. With an graceful motion, she lifted the shirt upward, quickly tugging it over the horns of his head and off his arms, then resumed rubbing his chest. The skin of his chest was much lighter than the dark gold of the rest of him, and was almost white on his portly belly. Wylf's hands slowly moved down over his stomach as Chavara's moved upward to the curves of her chest. Wylf gasped softly as he soothingly squeezed her breasts, and she moaned when he stroked them. Her paws quivered as they fell to the soft fabric of his pants, rubbing slowly over the rapidly enlarging bulge she felt underneath the thin material. She reached up to loosen his belt. Chavara growled loudly as she tugged the belt from his waist. He climbed slowly to his feet, letting his pants fall to his ankles, exposing the erect cock Wylf had felt. He climbed back to the bed, sitting on his tail as Wylf's paws wrapped around his penis, stroking him with painfully sluggish strokes.
Wylf leaned forward and crouched on all fours before the massive Chavara, letting her whiskers brush slowly up along his thighs. The dinosaur groaned when he felt her warm wet tongue slide over his balls. With a grunt, Chavara fell back into the pillows while Wylf slid her tongue up his shaft. Wylf licked her tongue thoroughly over his cock, amazed that he was also so warm in spite of being a reptile. Hearing Chavara whining in delight, she slowly brought the head of his length into her mouth, slowly pressing downward. Letting his member slide along her tongue and fangs, she pressed his shaft back, feeling her throat forced open around the head as her tongue reached out where her mouth couldn't. As Wylf enjoyed the sound of his ecstatic noises, she eyed the crossbow that lay on the floor where she saw it earlier. It was well out of her physical reach, but magically, it was very close. As she flicked her tongue out over Chavara's balls, she slowly wrapped her mind around the crossbow, trying to hold tightly before she tried moving it. Wylf's back arched, and she nearly screamed as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her. She lost her focus on the weapon as she felt the dinosaur's tail rub up her leg and teasingly brush over her sex. His tailtip rubbed, circling around her crotch. She lifted her mouth off his penis with a loud moan. The tip of his tail pressed forward, easily sliding into the moist wolf. She shivered, forcing herself back against his tail. Her head thrust forward, taking his cock back into her mouth again, pressing it into her throat as Chavara wriggled his tail deeper into her. Wylf stroked Chavara's cock a few more times with her mouth, massaging his balls with one furry paw, before she felt an explosion of ecstasy erupt with in her. Her head lifted away from him, and with a howl of pleasure she straightened up, forcing herself further onto his wriggling tail.
Chavara sat up, wrapped his arms around her back, and leaned her back into the pillows, still tormenting her with his tail. She pulled his stocky frame onto her. His tail slid out from her, and was quickly replaced by the throbbing head of his penis. With one smooth thrust, Chavara's cock filled her, stretching her more than she thought she could take. Wylf whined and howled, squirming in his strong arms, unable to contain her pleasure. Huffing and puffing, the dinosaur rammed his cock into her, his every lunge feeling more wonderful than the last. All too soon, he felt himself peaking. He bellowed out blissfully as his last powered thrusts sent his semen gushing deep into her, then collapsed, holding the wolf tightly, feeling completely exhausted.
Wylf rested very briefly, then reluctantly seized her chance. She reached out with her mind again, grabbing the crossbow and pulling it across the room. It landed smoothly in her hand, pointing right at Chavara's head. "Get up," she growled, from under his bulk.
"Wha?" he groaned, startled by the tone of her voice. Then he saw the bolt aimed at him, and he pushed himself up to kneel over her, raising his hands.
"Turn around," she said as she climbed to her feet, standing on the bed. Turning nervously, he thought he heard her whisper "I'm sorry." A second later he felt the butt of the crossbow striking the back of his head, knocking him into blackness.
"You like her, don't you?" asked the fox. "I do not!" shouted the captain.
Fantom chuckled. "You came back to the 'Amnidar' from wherever you've been in your large form. That's something you never do unless you're in serious trouble. And, if during that time of serious trouble, you went out of the way to drag her along..." His voice trailed off. Dranga sighed. That fox is sometimes too clever. "Ok, maybe I like her a little."
"Maybe a lot."
"Would you shut up!"
Fantom grinned. "But since you do like her, why are you out here and not with her?"
"Perhaps I just need to be away from her for a bit."
"Ah-ha! So you do like her!"
"Shut up!" Dranga shouted. This was how most of their arguments went. Half of what was said was meaningful, and the more fun part was this senselessly bickering.
"So why be you hiding?"
Dranga sighed. "I'm not sure what to do about Wylf."
"You? Baffled by one of your own captives?"
"Aww, what do you know about this kinda stuff anyway?"
The fox grinned. "Obviously more than you."
Dranga chuckled. "I think you need to stop tryin' to force each other around. You know, maybe charm? So that she doesn't feel like a prisoner?"
They sat quietly for a moment as the captain tried to figure out what the fox was saying. Off in the distance, they heard the crew, on deck, raising quite a commotion. "Sounds like they're fighting again." mumbled the fox.
Dranga grumbled. "Again? Time to see what's bothering them..."
Fantom leapt to his feet. "I'll check. Maybe you should check on Wylf?"
"Perhaps, yes," he said as the fox hurried off. He remained a minute more before climbing to his feet and heading back to his cabin.
Dranga opened the door to his cabin. Chavara was lying in his bed, rubbing his head and groaning something unpleasant. "Chavara?" he shouted as he leapt over to him. "What happened?"
"Wylf kinda... distracted me."
Dranga noticed the dinosaur's clothes on the floor, and chuckled. "Quite an exciting distraction. I told you she could be dangerous."
"Yeah, but she's well worth that risk," he snickered. Dranga smiled. "You're damned right. Where is she?"
"How the hell should I know? She kinda knocked me out. In more ways than one!"
Dranga laughed. "You rest here. She can't have gone too far." Chavara collapsed back into the bed as Dranga leapt to the floor and bolted for the deck.
The deck itself was in chaos. Everyone was running all over the place. Much of the rigging seemed to be falling apart, and most of the crew was struggling to hold it together. Dranga saw Fantom running by, and grabbed his arm.
"What happened?" he shouted.
"That wolf of yours. She came up from below and fired up a storm, making a mess of the rigging before anyone even saw her. She's severed most of the lines, and two of the booms have swung loose. They're still trying to get some of the crew out of the water."
"Yes, but where'd she go?" he asked after a second. "Dunno. I think she leapt over the side. What ever you did to her, it wasn't exactly charming." Dranga growled at him. "When Chavara gets up here, tell him to take his time re-rigging the sails. We won't be leaving for a while."
"Aye captain." the fox said. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going after Wylf."
Fantom winked at him. "As I thought. Good luck!"
Wylf had swum to shore. It wasn't a long trip, but after being tied up for the night, the swim was difficult. Luckily, she quickly ran into a small patrol of her guards, and they had horses. She was soon riding swiftly back to her camp as the darkness fell. With any luck, Dranga wouldn't bother looking for her. She'd never have to see him again.
Wylf never even heard Dranga's approach. He had been flying over the area, guessing that she would be trying to get back to her camp. He heard the sound of hoofbeats, and flew closer to investigate. Upon seeing that it was her, he dove down at her. He crashed into her, knocking her off the horses back and they both tumbled into the sand. "Get away from me!" she screeched. After a short struggle, Dranga had her pinned down below him. "What do you want?" she shouted angrily.
Dranga suddenly realized what he was supposed to be doing. He was intending to ask her if she had wanted to stay for a while, trying to charm her as Fantom suggested. Now all he was doing was getting her frightened and very angry. He leaned back onto his feet and crouched over her. "Uh... well... I wanted to see if you wanted to stay on the 'Amnidar' for a little bit with me."
"What?" she snapped. He sounded very confused about something.
"Look. I'm sorry about what I said about lending you out to my crew. I never would have. I was just trying to frighten you."
"It worked," she thought. Something in the dragon's voice had changed. He almost sounded sad. "I was going to ask you if you might have wanted to stay on my ship for a little while, a-- as a guest." He blushed faintly. "I've sort have gotten to like you. But after I saw you had escaped, I was too anxious to find you. I kinda forgot about being nice, and just grabbed you when I saw you here." He looked down and shut his eyes. "I'm sorry about what I did to that griffon. I know you liked him, but..."
Wylf sat up. "Well... he was getting to be a nuisance for me anyhow. I would have had to deal with him somehow. I think I spoiled him a bit too much. Besides, after what he did, I imagine you wanted some revenge anyhow." Dranga laughed awkwardly. "You could say that." A cool breeze blew by quietly, and both shivered slightly. "It'll be cold soon," Wylf said quietly. "How far away is that town of yours?"
"Not far, but the guards will have a fit if you just walk in, even with me there."
Dranga frowned. "After the havoc you started on the ship, it might be best if you gave the crew time to cool off before you showed up." He looked around. "So now what?"
"How about... a vacation?" Dranga peered at Wylf as she spoke. "I know I wouldn't mind hiding from some of my responsibilities for a bit." She paused. "Care for some... shore leave?"
"Now that you mention it, I would. Right now perhaps?"
"You'll just abandon your ship?"
"For a bit. Chavara's used to me vanishing briefly from time to time. This whole race was his idea. It's his fault I got into all this. Making him take control will serve him right." Dranga thought for a bit. "But where might we go?"
Wylf smiled. "To the northwest is an old fortress just at the edge of my territory. It's right on the coast." She smiled. "I could send all the guards back while we're there, and we'd have the whole place to ourselves. We could make all the noise we wanted."
Dranga snickered at that comment. "Ok."
Wylf stood up and pulled him to his feet. The horse she had been riding had slowly returned, and she reached out and grabbed his harness. "Come on. It's a short ride," Wylf said as she climbed on. Dranga climbed up and sat behind her. She spurred the horse onward. "You know," said Dranga, "If I carried you, we would get there faster."
"I know, but when we get there, you may be hungry, and I don't want you eating any more of my griffons," she said with a smile as she patted the side of the horse. Dranga wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as they rode on into the night.
The End
Desert Wolf
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