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A deep inhuman growl reverberates through the cave, the pile of shiny treasure under you has a depression in it, more like a crater from where you've been driven into it by the massive creature behind you. Each time his body rammed into yours another tight whine forced its way out of you, your voice was hoarse and throat burning from the pleading and screaming. Your ears were sensitive from the way your cries echo, undeniably the sound of struggle but that was in vain too.
At least right now you aren't on your back anymore, the scrapes and cuts on your skin from being pressed into the dragon's horde sting but not as badly as your muscles from the positions you have been folded into. You tried to take it all, you really did but dizziness was coming in waves and you weren't even sure if he was still with you. His eyes were listless, voids of black and crimson that you could see your reflection in if you were face to face.
“Stay….rus….” you barely get his name out but he hears you, he nips at your earlobe and huffs. You don't even know when you learned how to say it, it's always dead on your tongue but now with his consciousness wrapped around yours like a vice it feels like you've always known.
“Speak.” he hisses, his actions don't soften, he just presses into you and grinds instead. A bolt of sensation shoots through you again, amplified by something in the air or perhaps his power.
“Why… won't you stop..” you can't even believe you're uttering these words, you never thought….
“You asked for it. Begged even…” his voice was in that tone again, you squeeze your eyes shut. His hips pull back and then slam into you, your fingernails already bloodied from gripping and clawing at his scales burn more as you dig them into the gleaming pile under you.
“I.. mmh...” you whimper instead of speaking your mind, not wanting to add to the sick pleasure he was getting out of this. Your body betrays you and you feel your insides tighten around him again completely involuntarily.
“You said ‘destroy me’... Your thoughts were loud and clear, sweetie…” His voice was in your head now, he huffs again and growls as he starts to fuck again, both of his cocks buried in your two holes and you swear you will pass out if you have to feel the ridges move inside you again.
“It was the mark!!” you finally call out, sobs wracking your frame. “Sylus!! The mark has been whispering these things to me.. making me want you in ways my body can't handle!” the truth was out.
You had no way of telling how much time has passed since you were grabed by his mist and brought to this place. This pile of gold and treasure you were laying on was nothing like your normal den. There were bones and half eaten remains scattered about and barrels of alcohol split open. The room reeked of evil and lust. You knew something was different when his pupils blew out past his aether core, making it look more like an eclipse than a glow. You were even a little excited when he wrapped his arm around you and bound you to his body, his wings flapping as you soared up to this cave thinking he had prepared a different setting for you to spend the night.
You remember the way he said you had two more chances to kill him… you wonder if this was the result of you not even trying again. Panic starts to bubble up again, your breathing kicking up and your body trying to grab onto anything to pull you away just enough so you can turn around and try to pull your dragon out of this trance.
“Kitten.” he hisses, your mind is captured again and you whine loudly as you are denied the mercy of passing out right now. You wonder how long he was going to keep you like this… attached to his body with his tail around you and his power holding your focus on him. You could smell your own blood and feel a hot pulse of something out of your cunt and you were sure he had split you open and left you to bleed out. His cocks move faster now, harder and the walls of your holes sting as they are coated with another one of his releases.
“Sylus… please… stop…” you manage, your last hope is that he will come out of this fog and you can forget it ever happened.
“Wake up.” the voice comes from outside you now, a deep worried tone.
You jolt awake, your whole body trembling and fear lancing through you like ice in your veins. Blinking rapidly you realize you can't see, your face soaked with tears and snot. A ragged, whining gasp and you cough on your own sob. The fear runs so deep you haven't even realized you were just dreaming.
“Sweetie…” his voice was so gentle now. Your gaze meets his and you still can't shake the fear. Kill him. Devour him. Kill. Kill. The insidious voice was inescapable.
“Sylus, I can't!” your voice cracks and you start to sob harder, you bury your face against him rubbing your forehead against the gem on his chest. Your nails dig into his shoulders but he doesn't flinch, he holds you close and runs his claws gently through your hair. His wings fold around you as a protective embrace.
“It's too loud!” You were frantic, it felt as if your heart would burst out of your chest.
“Shh… I feel it too, I hear it all the time… I will teach you how to ignore it. You are mine now and I promise if we hang on to each other then I will keep you safe.” His words finally hit the mark, you start to feel soothed despite the thirst clawing in your veins that you aren't even sure you can quench in this form..
“Here..” he whispers, his scaled finger tilting your chin up and you see the gentle glow in his eye through your tears. Your eyes close on instinct when he leans in to kiss your lips.
You feel your body being slowly warmed from the inside out as your breaths synchronize, you can taste it, his power and his emotion… it was all yours.
For some reason, the nightmare becomes a strange ambition. You realize that even if that did happen, you would take that pain if it meant you get to taste him like this for the rest of this life.