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With that declaration, he starts truly pounding me, ignoring my cries of pain in favor of drawing out wails of pleasure.

I am going to come. I’m going to come because he gives me no choice.

I bounce on his cock, trussed like a toy, used like the filthy little animal I am as he once more brands me with his lust.

“Come for me,” he snarls the order, sinking deep inside me. “I want to feel this wet little human hole quivering around me.”

His crudeness sparks a reaction in me that I cannot control.

Ornix is so many things; my boss—that’s where he started, and I think my brain is still clinging to that brief moment of feeling his near complete corporate authority over me.

Now he’s my captor, my hunter. He’s the master of my body and my destiny.

He’s everything all at once and his cock is deep inside me, pulsing as he roughly delivers another dose of his seed directly to my womb.

“Fuck!” I squeal and squirm while being held on his cock, feeling every drop of his cum sinking into me, becoming part of me.

I can’t stop myself from responding orgasmically. Even if I wanted to, and I don’t think I want to. I need to let loose, to let my legs shake and my voice quaver and break and my pussy milk him as if I want to be bred as much as he wants to breed me.

“Ornix! Fuck!” I cling to him as something starts to happen to me that has never happened before.

I am not just coming. This is no normal orgasm.

It’s not just physical pleasure. It’s something that’s rushing through every cell in my body.

It’s a climax so intense I feel it in my bones.

The ropes that were holding me with an inexorable grip fall away and I expand out of them, no longer subject to gravity.

I feel like I am floating, suspended in front of Ornix, a golden glow emitting from every pore of my skin.

I am leveling up. I can feel it. New power is racing through my body. It feels like a light drawn from the waning sun, and from the rising moon at the same time. I feel myself suspended between two elemental lights, and I feel myself changing in ways I did not know I could change.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my… that was so… am I… is it…”

He gathers me close and kisses me deeply.

There’s something between us now that was not there before, a kind of kinship, an underlying sense of being animated by the same force.

Whatever it was keeping me alive when I was just a girl in my world has been shifted, overtaken by something much higher octane.

“You’re more than you ever were,” he says.

“You have taken the dragon’s gift, and you are beautiful.

As you are now, you will always be. Age will not diminish you.

You will stay radiant beside me for as long as we choose to rule…

” He pauses for a long moment, then smiles at me with some real affection.

“Or until you decide to do something very silly.”

He lets me go for a moment, and turns to ready the horse.

We both know we are running late. The quality of the light has changed.

We are no longer in a long warm afternoon, or even a gentle twilight.

Instead, the light has taken on the cool, blue hue of impending evening, draining color from the world—but not from Ornix. He shines like he is lit from within.

I watch him prepare Otto, restoring the bridle he removed in favor of a halter when he found us.

As he does that, I start to feel the oddest sensation on my shoulders.

It’s an uncomfortable itching sort of sensation that makes me want to rub against a tree.

I back up against one of the trees that has good rough bark and work myself against it until some of the itching is gone.

It’s a temporary relief, but sometimes that’s all you get.

It almost feels like there are bumps there.

I wonder if I got bitten by some fantasy mosquito.

“Are you alright, my love?” Ornix is so much more relaxed now our mating has completed.

“I am. I think I need a bath. I don’t think I’ve ever been this filthy for this long.”

“It is time to get home,” he says. “We both need to clean up, and you will need to rest after all these matings and punishments. You must be very sore, my sweet little mate.”

I am sore. But the effects of a third dose of his seed have provided a sort of ethereal relief from the sensation.

It’s not quite a painkiller, because I can still feel the pain.

It’s more like a pain-doesn’t-matterer. More like a dissociative, maybe?

Except I still feel very present. There’s no way to understand all the strange things happening to me in this place.

“Time to go home,” he says.

Ornix sets me on Otto’s back, and takes the reins in his hand.

“Hold on,” he says. “We are going to set the fastest speed possible. Try not to make too much noise. We do not want to attract predators.”

I can’t imagine any kind of predator that Ornix could not best, but I respect his concern for me. We walk at first, and even at that gait, every step the horse takes reminds me that my ass hurts, my inner thighs are tender, and my pussy is so sensitive the pressure is almost too much.

“Ouch, ow, fuck, ow…” I mutter under my breath as we get underway.

Otto is at a fast pace, and Ornix is running alongside his head.

The forest doesn’t allow for very fast speeds because of all the narrowness of the paths carved by smaller creatures through the trees.

This is not like I am used to back where I’m from, where trails are cut through nature to make it convenient and safe, or marked with stones and signs.

Instead, there are gnarled roots and old growth smattered with bushes and saplings and ferns erupting where the canopy allows for it.

I use the stirrups to lever myself up off the saddle a little and prevent the constant painful contact of being ground against the leather.

I am doing my absolute best not to complain, because I know I brought all of this on myself, and really it could be a lot worse if he wanted it to be.

It might be easier if he were to tie me over the saddle rather than have me sitting in it, but I don’t suggest that.

I just try to deal with it, approximating riding.

While I struggle to stay on the horse and Ornix navigates through the forest at high speed, leading the way for our little party, I suddenly get the very strange feeling that I am being watched.

All the hairs on the backs of my arms and the back of my neck start to rise.

Something is looking at me. Something is approaching, rushing up behind me.

I look around, but I don’t see anything.

All I see are dancing shadows, moving back and forth with the dancing leaves above that are being blown by a night wind.

But I still feel something drawing closer, so close now it threatens to overwhelm me completely.

…Melissa.

My name is spoken by a shapeless void that hovers all around me, somehow near, but also not present. It is a voice that sounds like it belongs to someone I would trust. A voice with weight and gravitas.

What are you doing with this dragon? You’re weak. You’re nothing. You’re a human sacrifice. He’s fucked you and he’s going to kill you. That’s what dragons do. They eat virgins.

I stare into the rushing trees and I try to understand what is happening, why these terrible things are being said, and what they’re being said by. And then another voice enters the fray, another creature rushing up to surround me even as I ride through the forested dark.

She’s too stupid to know that a creature like him could never love a thing like her. Look at her, meaty and round, all that flesh, not a single scale, no majesty at all.

Ugly beast.

Stupid human whore.

He’ll use her and throw her away. She’s worth less than a rag, soaking up his seed, and for what? She thinks she’s immortal now? Stupid wretch.

I am surrounded by terrible voices saying the kind of awful things I would say to myself in my worst moments, and doing it with vehemence and spite that makes my stomach flip with fear. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I put my hands over my ears and I almost fall off the horse while screaming.

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

Ornix pulls Otto to a halt immediately and comes back to me, reaching for me.

“What is happening?”

There are tears running down my face. I didn’t realize that until just now. They have been streaming for a while, I think. My nose is stuffy and my eyes feel puffy and there is a weight inside my belly that just doesn’t feel right.

“Talk to me, Melissa,” Ornix urges.

Don’t tell him. He’ll think you’re crazy. He already thinks you’re weak and human. The voice surges back, circling around my head as it speaks.

“I don’t know, I…”

He reaches up, his hands on my thighs. “Talk to me,” he says. “You can tell me. What is wrong, I need to know.”

If you tell him, we’ll kill you , the voices chorus together.

That threat makes me speak. I don’t like being threatened. One thing to say all the worst things I ever thought about myself, but something else to try to keep me quiet. I reject the implied order.

“I can hear people saying things to me. I don’t think they’re really people, but the things they are saying…”

Ornix’s hands get tighter on my body immediately.

“Hum. Sing. Do anything to drown them out. Don’t listen to them.

They lie terribly, but they do it so convincingly men have ended themselves rather than keep hearing them.

They will drive you to despair if you allow those words to gain purchase in your mind.

This is the most danger you have ever been in. ”

“The most danger?”