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Story: Dragon's Mate

I have no bag space either. Going to need to get some bags to carry all of this. Alright. Time to double back to the starting area.

I creep back up to the bedroom, and start looking around. There are so many things here, a trove of expensive trinkets. I bet there’s no vendor here, though. There isn’t in DFE Online. You don’t go to the Golden Keep without either going to the bank first, or bringing an expensive traveling vendor with you, and even those you can’t summon once you’re inside.

I bet there will be some high tier armor and weapons here too, but I won’t have the proficiency for them.

Back in Ornix’s chamber, I start rifling through things, looking for a bag, but of course, although there are so many kinds of clothing here, gowns and coats and frilly shirts and stockings, and almost endless things that could go inside a bag, there is no actual bag. Makes sense. The devs wouldn’t let you raid this area up front.

I’m starting to settle into this mad metaphor now. Fighting my perceived reality wasn’t getting me anywhere. This might.

Maybe I missed a bag in one of the side rooms. I weigh the risk of going and exploring more. It’s freaky though, because I need to stay away from anybody. If I’m spotted, they’ll tell Ornix, and god knows what he’ll do.

This is actually a stealth mission, and I haven’t even found the first mission marker yet. It’s impressive. My hallucinationis dense with detail. If I ever get out of this situation, if the psychosis ever breaks, I might try to get a job with the game company, because this is wild.

I remind myself: my first order of business, once I’ve gotten what I can out of the keep, is to cross the royal plains and get to the forest as quickly as I can and start killing low-level mobs and getting the starter quests.

Heavy footsteps and the sound of the doorknob turning initiate the return of the boss.

I dive onto the bed and close my eyes, pretend to be sleeping. I don’t want him to stop me from escaping, obviously, and I know if I trigger the final boss fight now, there’s no way I’m going to survive. You need at least thirty people to defeat Ornisius. I am weak, under-leveled, and under-geared. I don’t have a chance in hell at facing him.

I feel the bed dip under his weight as he sits beside me, placing one big hand on my back and rubbing gently.

I pretend to wake up.

This time, when I look at him, really look at him, I see something even more dangerous in him. I feel his power. It is nothing overt, but it is all around the room with us right now. He does not want to use his strength against me, but I feel it held deeply inside him. He was never human. He was a creature made to make men quiver in fear and submit life and land to him. He is a voracious beast, and his hunger is legend.

“It is time,” he says.

“Time?”

“Your first mating in this realm. You will need to be bred three times in the first twenty-four hours of being here. So be a good girl, get on your hands and knees, and present yourself for me.”

“What?” I stare at him. This was definitely never in the game. Maybe it’s some kind of freak sex mod. Ornix looks down at me, speaks patiently, but his hand is already drifting up my inner thigh as he works on seducing me—if this can be called seduction. He is telling me that I am going to be fucked, that I am going to take his cock, and that he is going to make me pregnant. “That’s why I’m here?”

“Yes. You are here, in my realm, to be bred. To bring forth the next generation.”

“This is some insane DLC,” I mutter under my breath as I comply. There’s no reason not to. I’m imagining all of this, after all. I’m not really being repeatedly bred by a massive dragon male who takes a humanesque form to seduce me.

“What did you just say?” His large hand cups my ass. I hear a note of tension in his voice.

“I said this is some insanity.”

“I know it is strange to find yourself in another world. But the sooner you accept this reality, the better. The breedings will help cement your place. Now spread your legs, good girl, that’s right.”

His fingers drift along my slit, find my clit, and circle it slowly. This is more like seduction, a gentle but insistent touch that makes me moan softly as my body responds. I am still tender from the first time his big, scaled cock plunged deep inside me, ravaging me with those long, powerful strokes.

Is he going to do it again? The first time was punishing; this time feels different. Mostly it feels insane.

“I think it’s going to hurt.”

“Not very much,” he says. “The pleasure will more than make up for any ache you feel in that sweet little hole of yours.” He slides a finger inside me, and I whimper as I feel him stretching me with a slow, swirling motion. “It’s going to feel good. Doesn’t it already feel good? Aren’t you already… yes, good girl. Look at the way you’re humping my finger. That’s right. Take this finger first and you’ll be taking my cock before you know it, begging for your breeding.”

His words are like rough honey, seductive, demanding, accompanied by the pad of his dragon thumb brushing over my clit. I am still wet, still dripping his cum from the first time he fucked me. It wasn’t really all that long ago, and now I have no choice but to take it again.

He places pillows under my thighs, spreads my legs lewdly wide to allow his much larger bulk to settle in, the head of his cock going straight between my lips, spreading me slowly, but inexorably.

I find myself whimpering as he claims me, my arousal growing, my desire as insistent as his. I want him to fuck me, and I can’t help it. I can’t stop him from wanting me, and I can’t stop wanting him, and even if I am going to spend each and every moment trying to escape, I won’t refuse him. I won’t even refuse his breeding.

“I can feel you hiding from me,” he growls over me, his hair falling in a dark cascade over my head like a curtain, blocking offevery reality besides the one in which I am taking a long, careful fucking from a monster.