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Prisoner of Conscription - Part 2

by Zmeydros 

When I got to the dining tent after washing Vessa's mess off of me, I was glad to find she was engaged in a conversation with a couple of her officers. I found a dark corner far away from everyone to eat my vegetable dumpling stew. The dim light of a dying sunset allowed me anonymity while I pondered the mixture of disgust and kinky delight Vessa's public rutting had stirred within me. Even though I was hungry, I was eating my stew at a glacial pace.

Actively pining for a distraction, my thoughts fell on the boulder blocking the mountain pass. Those thoughts led me to seek out Bavpik the moment I finished my stew.

I found him leaning on a trebuchet while talking to its team of operators. "...and that's why you have to work together. The weight of these rocks makes them incredibly dangerous to use telekinesis on. We don't want any more troops turned into flesh pancakes."

"Telling the tragic tale of Brant Seglend again?" I chuckled.

Bavpik's white and gold muzzle turned to face me as he grabbed my arm. "Let's have a chat."

He turned back to the four-person team that he'd been addressing and said, "Rocks fly when Vessa or I give the signal. And remember Brant!" Then he pulled me away from them toward the dining tent. "I know it's a funny gag to you, but that story's saved a lot of lives."

I pulled my arm from his grasp. "It would help if I hadn't heard about the real Brant. He was lucky he didn't die in training. How did he even end up in a battalion?"

Bavpik rolled his eyes, "Look, if you come up with a better story, I'll tell it instead of mine, but until then, it's a tragic tale that's far too sad to evoke mirth. Understood?"

"Understood." I nodded.

"Good. Now I've got rounds to make if you don't have further business with me."

"But I do have business with you, I wanna know what's up with that giant boulder blocking the pass."

He sighed. "It's got a magical inscription at the base. We suspect it moves out of the way when the right incantation is spoken."

"Neat. What if they lift it and  toss it at us instead of bothering with the incantation?" I asked.

"You can't just toss something that...shit! If enough of them got together, maybe they could."

"How many force mages do we have?" I asked.

"Fifty-ish? I think fifty-four?" he said.

"We need a rock that's maybe a third that boulder's size so the moment they start moving it, we can fling that rock and either crack the boulder into pieces. If we can make an opening, we can send all our spells and projectiles through the hole before they're expecting it."

"What makes you think the rock we fling isn't gonna just shatter itself?"

"The boulder has a couple deep cracks. All we need to do is find a sturdier one," I said.

He huffed. "Fine, I'll gather up the force mages and you can get them organized."

"Uhh, I don't outrank them, maybe you should give them direction instead?"

"We're done with the game where you put me in charge of your ideas."

My mouth hung open for a moment. "What!? I'm not an officer, what do you expect me to do?"

He sighed. "Sorry, it's just--I can't take on anything else right now. I'm in charge of preparing everyone for a surprise air assault in case they meant for us to spot them in the pass and it's a feint."

"Huh...that's a good thought." I furrowed my brow thinking for a moment. "Without them surprising us at night, coming through that bottleneck does them no good. They'd only do it if they knew for a fact we were unprepared."

He nodded. "Exactly. Vessa's in the command tent, go see if she can give your idea legs."

As he jogged toward the nearest ballista, I turned and ran toward the command tent. Just before I got there, I found six troops in formation around something. When I caught sight of black horns and a pink-scaled body moving amongst them, my heart started to race. It was a dragon and it was walking without any fuss toward Vessa's tent even though chains had been attached to every one of its limbs.

Following the the team of soldiers and the dragon inside, I blinked a few times as my eyes adjusted. The command tent was the most well-lit place in our camp. It was because reading the finer details on the maps strewn about the massive table in the center required lots of illumination.

I watched as Vessa addressed a black-furred equine with dark-brown stitching on his uniform indicating he was a captain. "What is a dragon doing in our camp, Marrigraft?"

"She just strolled toward us holding up a torn flag while asking to speak with you," Marrigraft said.

"Hello, Vessa, I--" the dragon attempted to say.

"You think you can just walk right into my camp and have a chat with me? We're preparing battle against your kind." Vessa turned to Marrigraft. "Confine her until further notice."

"No! Listen! I've come to negotiate!" the dragon cried with a heavy accent full of forceful consonants suspended in the hum of distant music. Some said Ferwalik dragons spoke in song.

Vessa balled up her right fist. "Let me guess, you want to come to a mutual agreement? Maybe we can share the trade routes through the mountains?"

The dragon nodded. "Yes, we don't want more bloodshed."

A guard stepped to the side so Vessa could approach and I got my first unobscured glimpse of the dragon. She was fifteen feet long with swooping horns that gave her head another six inches of height. Her breasts were compact against her feral form and her haunches were wide with a six-foot-long tail trailing behind them. The pink of her scales glittered with copper iridescence that dazzled my eyes. She was naked except for an ornate silver-studded leather collar. Each of the the eight studs was shaped like a shasta daisy to indicate she was an accomplished ambassador. The more studs Ferwalik dragons had, the more important they were.

Vessa once said that the Glimmer had made dragons beautiful to test our resolve. This time, more than any time before, it was working. This dragon carried herself with a grace and poise that called to me. When her eyes met mine, I saw a peaceful centeredness. There was no judgement, no hate, and no subterfuge.

The crack of Vessa's open palm striking the side of the dragon's snout made me jump. "What do you think I am? A fool? I'm missing over a hundred and eighty soldiers from this campaign alone. I'm not gonna share shit with the likes of you."

How the dragon didn't flinch and still managed to stare Vessa down, I have no idea. Without the context of her being a prisoner, you'd swear she had the upper hand. "Would you just give up land that was home to generations of your people simply because you met a stubborn enemy? Do you want to have to kill or capture every single one of us? If we can come to a mutual agreement, it will save both sides time and many lives."

Vessa laughed. "It's not my fault your kind values their land over their lives." She turned to Marrigraft and said, "Lock her up and prepare her for questioning. She may know some good hiding spots or routes through the mountains that we can check out once this battle's over."

As Marrigraft, and the five other guards with him, used chains they'd affixed to the dragon's limbs to drag her out of the tent, she yelled, "Where is your honor? I am not a combatant, I'm a diplomat!"

"Too bad for you, then, that I like soldiers more than diplomats," Vessa said.

I felt like vomiting as the whole tent spun around me. Half of me wanted to subdue all the guards and free the dragon right then, the other half wanted to agree with Vessa. Desperate to restore my faith in Vessa, I waited till the dragon was out of earshot and asked, "Is the reason you didn't negotiate because you think she's engaging in subterfuge?"

Vessa smiled. "Dragons always try these sorts of stall tactics. It's best to just cut right through them and march on forward."

"Are you really going to detain her?" I wanted Vessa to tell me that she was just putting on a show for her soldiers, that she'd never harm a non-combatant, even if it was the enemy.

"Yeah, but not for long. I doubt she knows anything useful." 

"Are you going to hurt her?" I asked.

"You kill dragons all the time, Atty. Don't worry about her."

I felt faint. "But I don't kill diplomats."

"Are you sure none of the soldiers you fought were diplomats? We've invaded forts before, Atty, are you sure we've never killed non-combatants by mistake?"

I tried to hold down my dinner as the thoughts going through my head were collidided with each other. "But we know she's a non-combatant."

Vessa sighed and pulled me against her. "I'm not gonna kill her, okay. You're right, we shouldn't treat her like an enemy soldier."

That small victory righted the sickening tilt of the world. "See?" I told myself, "Vessa does admit she's wrong sometimes."

Vessa sighed, "What would I do without you to quell my anger?" Her hands ran over my back lovingly.

"I don't know," I said as terror dripped down my spine and made me cling to her.

She gave me a bear hug seeming to think my tight embrace was born out of affection. "What did you come to talk to me about?"

Being encircled by her strong arms as I explained my plans concerning the boulder helped my anxiety wane even though she was the source of it.

"That's a good idea, I'll put you in charge of the force mages so you can put it into action," she said.

"But I don't technically have any authority over them," I protested.

"It's about time I made you a captain."

I blinked at her. "What? Won't people think you're favoring me?"

"I'll tell everyone it's temporary so you can enact your plan and then I'll go through the proper motions to make it official once this campaign is over. I'll have one of the other commanders do it for me so everyone feels it's legitimate."

My mouth hung open. To think she'd bestow such an honor on me was astounding. "Okay, that works."

She walked over to a box of ribbons on the table near the door of the tent. Maps were strewn across the table with figurines on them to represent different placements of troops. She pulled out a brown ribbon with gold edges and tied it into a four-lobed knot that looked like a flower and pinned it to my long-sleeved combat shirt. "I hereby field promote you to captain." She saluted me.

Saluting her back, my eyes got wet. I always had had to go to other officers to get my ideas enacted and finally, I'd have the authority to do it myself. The fact that it would be made permanent later made my heart soar. My terror at Vessa's maligned behavior was all but forgotten. She was my master puppeteer and I was her giddy newly-promoted puppet. The grin on my face stayed put as we rounded up the force mages and she introduced me as our newest captain. It didn't waver after she left and I explained my plan. And it grew when I was complimented on my thoughtfulness.

The only thing that cut into my elation were the jokes about my libido. Some of them were actually pretty good, but I did the smart thing and discouraged them wholesale.

It only took us an hour and a half for me to get the everyone onboard and find a rock of the proper size. Then we had to clear out the area just outside the killing field opposite the boulder. I had the force mages practice lifting the boulder together and fling some smaller rocks.

Vessa came and picked me up before bed and cuddled with me so warmly that I completely forgot about the dragon and every other troubling thing about that day.

* * * * *

The best mornings smelled like bacon. Bacon was how they boosted morale before battle and it was my third most favorite thing in the whole wide world, sex and a good fight being the first two.

I pulled away from Vessa's naked back and thew my legs over the edge of her cot. As she rolled onto her back and snored, I got my underwear on. My shirt and pants came next. It wasn't until I was tying my ###sash that she sat up and said, "Morning."

"Morning, I'm gonna go get some bacon before the wolves eat it all," I said heading out of her tent.

"I'll catch up to you," she mumbled as she laid back down.

She, and the other officers, could get bacon whenever they wanted, so her incentive to get out of bed was pretty low. Bavpik usually handled stuff in the morning while she would handle things that happened long after he'd gone to bed. They, and the other officers, made a good team, a team I didn't fully realize I was part of. I was rushing to get bacon I could have just asked for using my new rank, after all.

Two out of every three persons in the tent were wolves when I got there. Though most of the other horses liked the salty novelty of bacon, the wolves lived for it and would get up early to make sure they got some. My public sexual exploits from yesterday was fresh on everyone's mind, so all eyes were on me. I used their awkward frozen silence to stroll right up to the cooks and grab a bowl of bacon and rice porridge.

That's when an idiot, one of the stallions, spoke. "So, if I started fucking you, would you grow a cock right away or would I get to cum inside you first?"

I licked the spoon suggestively and then said, "If you started fucking me, I'd kick you so hard I'd break your femur and lacerate the artery right next to it. You'd bleed to death faster than a healer could fix you."

He grimaced as a wolfess next to him giggled.

Jarka surprised me by getting up from her seat and saying, "That was quite a show last night. What do I have to do to get an encore?"

Perhaps because I was starting to feel that she was right about Vessa, I was instantly furious with her. Deciding that calling her bluff was the best course of action, I said, "Bend over a table and pull down your pants." 

I knew if I didn't nip this whole me being a slut thing in the bud, things would get out of hand really quick. There was nothing quite as distracting as a soldier who was always up for grabs. And my ability to grow a cock made me exotic. When everyone was bored and waiting for battle, exotic had far more appeal than it would otherwise.

Instead of backing off like I expected, she bent her voluptuous body over a table and dropped her pants. Lifting her tail so I could see her canine gash, she looked back at me and said, "Come and get it, hot stuff. I wanna feel that cock grow in."

Shaking myself, I resisted believing her delicious lie. Boy did her pussy look inviting as I walked over and set my porridge down on a nearby table. I bit my tongue to avoid springing a boner as I got behind her.

I gave her a nice solid spank.

She yowled in surprise.

I glared at everyone watching. "Vessa ordered and I obeyed. That does not mean that I'm some sex-crazed mare who wants to fuck more than she wants to eat her damned breakfast!" Picking up my bowl, I walked over to a far table and started chowing down in peace.

Jarka pulled up her pants with her ears drooping in disappointment. Wondering whether her wanting to have sex with me was some way of apology for her unkind remarks the day before, I motioned for her to come over. She tilted her head and trotted over to me probably wondering why I'd beckon her after what I'd just done.

Speaking quietly, I said, "I'm sorry, but if I'd fucked you in front of them I never would have been taken seriously again. Plus, I was under the impression you didn't want to do that with me."

"I-I'm in deep need of it today and I haven't been able to get seeing you...change out of my mind." She wrung her hands. "I'm really sorry, I should have realized you wouldn't want to do it in front of everyone."

"Don't worry about it." I blushed as my sexual want for her made my crotch start to shift. "I'll make that spank up to you as long as you promise me you'll be my accomplice in trying to mitigate the damage from last night."

"Oh? You'll make it up to me?"

"Hmm, I don't recall ever being to your tent, where is it?" I asked.

After furrowing her brow, she gave me a location on the west side of camp.

"Go to lunch as early as you can and avoid going anywhere near me. Then, go to your tent and wait for me." The next part I whispered in her ear. "I'll arrive soon after and I'll attend to your yearnings."

"Oh gosh, that's the hottest thing..." She started fanning herself.

There was a faint smell of heat on her. Maybe she was at the very beginning stages? It would have explained her odd behavior. "Try to keep your excitement down, your scent is gonna tip someone off."

"Yes, right," she said as she put her tail between her legs to make it seem like I'd scolded her. Turning her smile into a grimace was a nice touch as well.

"I'm not going to say you were right about everything, but last night was one of Vessa's low points." I pointed to my ribbon indicating my promotion to captain, a confusing mix of feelings welling up inside me. "But she made up for some of it, at least."

"That's good." The expression on her face was so blank, I knew she was hiding something. But then she forced a smile and said, "Looking forward to this afternoon." She turned away giving me a thumbs up behind her back. I rolled my eyes at her attempt at subterfuge. 

Despite everyone's new understanding that I was an insatiable slut, I wasn't thinking about her beautiful puffy canine pussy at all by the time I was leaving the dining hall. I had work to do, after all.

Our force mages were a motley crew of equines and canines who had taken a different path than I when they learned magic. Where I only used body movements and ordered muscle contractions to cast spells, they used body movement, incantations, and spellweaving. They hung on to magic energies longer and manipulated them more. It was easy for them to collaborate on spells while I did simple things far more quickly. Practitioners of Tskanquoi, such as myself and Vessa, were often jokingly called Punch Mages.

Working with the Force Mages was a wonderful command experience and it would be my only command experience for many years to come. Different people had a different range of colors that manifested when they worked with magic. The kaleidoscopic display of patterns and colors caused by their collective spellcasting was a treat in and of itself. It was like they were weaving deadly rock-accelerating rainbows.

The moment lunch was ready in the dining tent, I ordered them to break for lunch and then go and help with battle preparations. There was no need for more practice and all that was left to do was meet up at our boulder before the battle started.

Lunch was some sort of salad made out of some furry-leafed plant that grew in the area. It was unfortunate for us, and this plant, that it was edible. It kinda went with the boot-leather-tough beef they put in the bowls with it, but I filled up on bread, butter, and potatoes. Many of the horses loved that furry plant. I was a horse with the food preferences of a wolf and was pining for the bacon porridge we'd had for breakfast.

Bidding the soldiers under my command farewell, I went off to chase Jarka's tail. Or be stood up by her...all bets were off.

When I stepped inside her tent, she got off her cot and said, "I want to show you something."

"Oh, you have a special spot in mind for our mutual morale boost?" I asked, suspicious of her intentions.

"You could say that," she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me back out the door.

"Where are we going?" she was pulling me eastward along one of the main spokes.

"To see a prisoner."

"What?" I balked having no idea how to qualify her statement.

She gripped my hand harder which squeezed her paw pads more firmly against my hand. "Trust me, you need to see this." I wasn't used to having my hand held by a wolf.

As we got up to a large tent set apart from the others, under the shelter of a couple tall evergreens, I caught an unexpected scent in the air. Someone was in deep into their heat. This only added to my sense of disbelief. Fucking someone in heat was fun, but the humane thing to do with prisoners was to have a healer try and subdue their heat or give them methods of taking care of themselves and not take advantage of it. I couldn't imagine Jarka was into something so dark.

Jarka addressed the two stallions guarding the entrance. "Atvol and I will be guarding the prisoner for the next couple hours. Go help prepare the camp for battle." 

The right guard, who had a tan fur and a black mane, said, "Jarka, you're not due back until tomorrow morning."

She whispered in my ear. "You're a captain, if you tell them to follow my orders, they will."

I nodded. Sure, I could have stopped the whole thing right there, but I was certain Jarka wasn't going to randomly involve me in freeing prisoner or anything equally idiotic. Besides, the only way to see what she was up to was to go along with her plan. "You heard her, go make yourselves useful elsewhere."

The guards looked at the ribbon on my chest and then shrugged and left their post. 

As Jarka pulled me into the tent with her, the smell got a ten thousand times more potent. The dragon from last night was on her side panting, each limb chained to a post. Her eight compact breasts were now swollen with milk. Her pussy was being spread open by her puffy labia revealing the bright red flesh inside while a stream of her wetness ran from her sex to the hay beneath her.

She was in a daze trying to stretch the chains holding her tail so that she could get the tip inside her. Each time, she came three inches short.

I wiped my cheeks to find tears I didn't even realize I was shedding. A more miserable creature I'd never seen. The ethereal, regal, and stunningly gorgeous creature I'd seen last night had been reduced to a shivering pile of lust.

Jarka said, "I stood guard while Vessa brought in our most experienced healer to give Tsankiki this wicked case of heat. Vessa wanted her so desperate that she'd answer our questions in exchange for relief. Do you think this is how we should treat prisoners? It's illegal in every military I know of."

Looking on in horror with my eyes still wet, I tried to understand Vessa's cruelty. No reasoning came to mind, no validation, no way in which this was warranted.

"Atvol, say something, you can't think this is okay."

Sniffling, I said, "It's horrible."

"Last night, after she heard the guards joke about you growing a prick, she started asking questions about you and--"

Suddenly, Tsankiki slipped out of her daze and locked eyes with me. "Atvol! It has to be you. You stood up for me and if you care at all about me I need you to use your unique gift to breed me, please!" Even in her desperation, Tsankiki's thick accent contained music.

"Y-you heard me stand up for you?" I asked as her powerful scent and begging for my sexual attention caused my loins to warm.

"It seems everyone forgets our ears are bigger than yours." Her eyes glazed over as her heat overwhelmed her.

"Hello?" I said trying to see if she was still there.

After shaking her head, she rolled onto all fours, turned her haunches as far as she could toward me pulling the chains taught, and raised her tail. "P-please...just...touch me...Or give me a stick...or anything! I'm begging you!"

My hooves moved on their own until I was hugging around her neck. Compassion was pouring out of me so violently that my whole body ached. "I so so sorry, I can't believe she did this to you."

My prick was stirring as my body was unable to deny the desperation in the air. I'd also just figured out that the feeling of warm scales against my fur was one of my favorite things. She was so smooth that it sent a joyous thrill in me. Nothing compared to hugging a dragon.

"Atty, if you care about her so much, if you want to make this right, she's the one you should fuck this afternoon and not me." Jarka said.

I let go of Tsankiki in shock. This situation was beyond my ability to process. My balls were hanging lower by the second, my prick was moments away from straining my pants, and I had just discovered that I was incredibly sexually attracted to Tsankiki.

"She begged me to bring you here. She trusts you and you're clearly into each other, what's the problem?"

Tsankiki lifted her tail higher and started visibly shaking. "Hurry! Please!"

"C-can't a healer put an end to her heat?" I asked Jarka trying to change the trajectory of our problem solving. My skin felt warm all over, I felt sexually incandescent. If I'd been naked, I would have been balls deep inside Tsankiki already.

She laughed. "And get labeled as traitors for going over Vessa's head? I don't think so! This is risky enough as it is."

"Mmmnnnhhh! I can smell you're ready...I need--" Tsankiki moved her head down to my crotch and reached into my pants with her dexterous tongue. Then she wrapped it around my cock and squeezed.

Moaning at the sensation of her wide forked tongue embracing my length. My mind raced as I tried to find some way out of this, but I was grasping at straws and I couldn't help putting a hand on one of her breasts. It was a wonderfully squeezable texture.  "Heat is just pouring off of you, it's like you have a full-body fever."

Jarka scoffed. "Just fuck her already, it's not like we have all day!"

I grunted as my balls and cock quickly took up all the available space in my pants. Pulling my pants down, I said, "I wish the circumstances were different. I feel like I'm taking advantage of y--AAAH!."

She took me into her mouth and sucked while I grabbed her horns to steady myself.

Jarka's ears blushed as she watched. "Wow, you two have chemistry."

"Shut up!" I said.

"Just being honest." Jarka shrugged.

I rolled my eyes at Jarka

Tsankiki let me fall from her mouth. "More!"

Unable to deny her, I got under her so I could explore her body. Milk spilled over my hands as I felt up her breasts. I lapped at her second set of breasts tasting her sweet creamy milk.

After some exuberant trills, Tsankiki said, "Loosen--GRAAH!--chains on my legs and tail!"

Jarka said, "Sure thing! Just be careful not to knock anything over with your tail, okay?" Then she unshacklled one of Tsankiki's back legs and tail before adding some slack to the other chains.

Using the slack, Tsankiki pushed me onto my back and pushed all eight of her breasts against me. Shoving my prick between her lowest pairs, I suckled her upper breasts. As I enjoyed the honey and clove undertones of her creamy milk, I used my hands to give attention to all eight of her tits.  Her weight pressing me down was so unlike anything I'd ever experienced. 

I was completely at her mercy when she decided it was time to change things up. She spun me around and sat on my face faster than I could offer protest. 

"You taste so good!" she said as she grabbed my cock with her forepaws and brang it to her muzzle.

My senses were  being smothered by the source of her tantalizing scent, the place on her body that was begging the most for attention. I lapped from her clit to the back of her slit only to press my broad tongue up into her succulent furnace randomly just so I could hear the music of her feral dragon  moans. My hands grasped at her rump and explored the massive base of her tail. Feeling her unique body shape against me, the texture of her belly scales, and her tongue coiled around my prick, I moaned sharply into her snatch.

I got so hard that a constant procession of pre dribbled out of my shaft. She sucked it all down while moaning around my shaft. My apprehension evaporated as I felt more and more like her equal: someone who was as horny and excited as she was.  Like we were having sex due to a shared  attraction and not due to obligation. 

I'd never been this turned on in my life. The fact that I wasn't supposed to be into dragons, that sex with dragons was sex with the enemy, only made me hotter for her.

After I'd gotten my tongue as deep as possible into her quivering snatch and had even managed to get a bit of the end of my muzzle inside her, she came. I was glad because I was running out of air. Her pussy tried to tug my tongue right out of my mouth, her hips ground her scaly muff into my face, and she did her best not to wail in ecstasy. She ended up making pleasured squeaks. I giggled: a creature her size squeaking like that was adorable. Sucking on her clit while she came got her to emit even higher pitches.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jarka petting the crotch of her pants as she watched in awe.

As Tsankiki came down from her peak, she gulped down a bit more of my pre and got off my face. "I wish you could come back home with me. What you just did cleared my mind a bit."

As I got up, she nudged me toward her head with her tail and licked her own juices off my muzzle lovingly. While I was staring into her eyes after she was done cleaning me, so erect that I was in physical pain, she said, "It's coming back. I need you to get back there and breed me." 

I moved toward her haunches, my whole body aching to rut her.

As I got behind her, she said, "Jarka, you're starting to smell almost as strongly as me. Come here and drop your pants so I can thank you properly."

The insides of Jarka's ears turned as red as rose petals. "Uhh, but I need to watch the door."

"Thanks to the slack you gave me, we can both face the door." She made a 'come hither' motion with one of her her dexterous forepaws. "Come on, I'm going to feel even more in your debt if you don't allow me this."

Tsankiki's pussy lips spread open and her clit bounced in a motion quite similar to a mare winking. Seeing those puffy scaly lips move like that made heat radiate out from my crotch.

Jarka walked up to Tsankiki on wobbly legs. Panting with excitement, she pulled off her pants and offered her glistening canine treasure to Tsankiki.

Tsankiki looked back at me and said, "Don't  be gentile, don't hesitate, and don't hold anything back!" She was no longer wearing the guise of a victim, her grin had pride in it, pride over the fact that I wanted her as much as she wanted me. Pride that even as a prisoner she had power. That untouchable grace and poise she'd displayed when I first saw her, it was back. But this time she was inviting me to join her in it.

I chuckled making a noise somewhere between a murr and a laugh. My arousal had gotten to the point I felt giddy. This didn't feel wrong, this felt oh so right!  As I prodded at her pussy with my flare, found I couldn't keep my excitement to myself. "Fuck you're wet. And I bet you can take it harder than anyone I've bedded. Just look at that big feral pussy. Hnnngggg! I loved it when you sat on my face!"

"Shut up and mount me!" she said hooking her tail behind me and pulling me toward her. She slipped her tongue in Jarka. It was one hell of a tongue and Jarka seemed completely unprepared. Her breath caught in her throat so much I was wondering whether she was going to faint from a lack of air.

After hugging the base of Tsankiki's tail and licking across the underside of it, I shoved my flare inside her. I shuddered at the sheer amount of sensation. She was the hottest thing I'd ever stuck my prick in.

She clenched and moaned the moment I entered her. "Fuck me harder! NOW!" she said draping her tail over my shoulders

"Fuck your tail is huge too! You're weighing me down with it." I decided to stop marveling at my first time with a dragon and show her what I was made of. I didn't just enter her, I made tiny quick thrusts that spread her lube on my prick while I worked myself deeper. To keep my mouth occupied, I made out with the sensitive scales on the underside of her tail. She may have wanted a nice rut, but I was giving her a rough, sensual, and loving fuck that she'd never forget. I wanted to make this awful situation as wonderful as I could for both of us.

Tsankiki's tongue was ravaging Jarka's cunny so thoroughly that her legs were quaking. Jarka's muzzle was wide open as she made an effort to breathe out her passionate exclamations so she wouldn't alert the entire camp.

My girth was such that even Tsankiki's big feral pussy had to stretch. It turned out horses could breed dragons very very well. This was far better than fighting them and I wished that this moment between us could stretch out for eons. Wished that there was no bloody history between her kind and mine.

Pulling her tongue out of Jarka, Tsankiki hissed, "Ooohh yesssss! I am so clossse again! Jusst.... Cum inssside me!" She shoved her tongue back into Jarka and then clenched so hard my eyes teared up.

"I. love. this!" I panted out as I started giving her my whole cock in fierce thrusts. I didn't know why I had such a strong compulsion to impress her, but I was proud she was close already.

My flare got big adding a tantalizing friction to my thrusts. I grunted as I tried to hang on just a bit longer, but then I lost it and fell toward her. My balls smacked against her clit as I got in as deep as possible. I whinnied and curled my toes as my flare reached its full size inside her.

My hips danced in a series of tiny jerking thrusts as I came harder from my cock than ever before. A deluge of my hot cream splashed against her inner walls, as I said, "Gah! Yes! Unf! YES! Feels so damn good!"

She thrusted her body as hard as she could against me. Her depths milked me so hard I fidgeted and groaned, trapped in ecstasy. We were lucky her tongue was inside Jarka because the rumbles and yelps of pleasure coming from her would have been deafening. 

A more appreciative lover, I had never heard.

Jarka came trying to keep her mouth shut. She ended up humming all sorts of wolf noises, some so high pitched they rang my ears. Her hips rocked back and forth as her tail went wild. The more I saw, the more I lusted for Tsankiki to eat me out.

I felt like I was losing my mind. This thing I shouldn't have done, this thing that was forbidden: it was the best thing I'd ever done. I wanted to do it again as many times as I could.

After retrieving her tongue, Tsankiki said, "We must do this again before nightfall. I desperately want more!"

Far from catching her breath, Jarka just moaned an affirmative.

Hugging Tsankiki's tail, feeling her dragon sex twitch around my prick, I knew I was in trouble. Dragons were more attractive to me than my own kind. This was as evident to me as the difference between up and down.

My mind jumped to another inescapable fact, a tragic one. "I will have to wait until after the battle to see you again."

"I have no idea how to process this situation," she shook her head. "We consider you to be the most powerful soldier in your entire company. And yet, now that I'm in heat, you're the one I crave with every inch of my being."

Putting her pants back on, Jarka said, "It makes perfect sense, Tsankiki. Atty has a good heart and is probably the hottest person I've ever met."

"What?!" I said.

"Don't play dumb. If you weren't with Vessa, I'd be dating you."

My stomach lurched at the mention of her name. "I don't know if I can look her in the eye anymore."

She shrugged. "Well, you're going to have to because we're going to set Tsankiki free and Vessa can't suspect a thing."

"What?!" I said.

"If they're willing to do this to her, who knows what other things they'd do. We can't leave her under Vessa's care. So, you and I are going to set her free." It wasn't a question, Jarka knew me far too well.

"You're going to set me free?" Tsankiki looked at each of us.

I ran my hands over Tsankiki's haunches feeling her scales, her warmth... "Yes, if we survive the coming battle, we're going to set you free." We couldn't stop the war, but I'd be damned if I didn't at least try to right this one wrong. Jarka had hung me with a noose made of my own morality and I was glad of it. It was time for me to be my best self, no matter the cost.