-- Yuridel Slave Chambers & Traders --

Situated in the Canyons near the Godwood Forest on the eastern edge of the continent. The building made from part of the wanyon walls itself, tunnels weaving their ways through it. Large rectangular, holes had been chiseled into the largest rooms, above the holding pens where the slaves were sold. Other smaller ones were views from proving and training areas. The entire place stood alone, an island in a sea of crevices and cracks. Able to house 200 guards and 700 slaves, it had room for another hundred guests. Each slave was outfitted with enchanted collars that suppressed magics and natural abilities that could be harmfull to everyone, including themselves. Ten mages maintained the enchantment around the collars and fortress alike.

The guards looked down from the walls and walkways leading from one ledge to others, at the caravan of Hunters approaching. Both caged in wagons were full of furs captured. Either running away from somewhere or bound for places of sanctuary. A sanctuary that they might still find. Among the newcomers was a rarity, bound specially to keep the guards safe. A silver dragon... --


IC: Hissing at the guards as both they and the hunters helped untie me from the roof of the cage, some chuckled at the threat, as slim as it was. Chain and leather kept my mouth shut, running around and looping behind my horns and connecting the rings on either side. Both hands were encased in metallic gloves, etched with runes, my feet likewise. Runes from the Shaman that travelled with the hunters made it almost impossible to do anything to get out of this. They tossed me into a cell and left me there for the night...

...Morning came and I stretched sore muscles as much as the chains allowed, looking up at the figures entering the stone room.
"This the one She wants?" chuckled a large bouvine, horns curving forward, framing his face, the laugh gutteral.
"Large scaly, silver, and still looking like he'd rip us to shreds given the chance," said an equine that joined him. "Looks like it." Growling, I felt them lift me with ease and start dragging me through the corridors. There was no point trying to remember which turn took me where, by the time we reached the double Oak doors leading into a lavishly decorated room, I was lost.
Statuets stood against the walls, fabrics of fine and exotic weaves covering them and the large bed in the far corner, beside the window. Thick carpets covered the stone floor and the wall to the right of me was covered with instruments I expected to see on torture chambers and slave ships. The only other person in the room was a female Naga of Cobra breed.
"At last....another of scaled kind..." she hissed, voice like poisoned honey. And so my training began...

[All furs welcome to join in]

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/ooc temped to post a reply but im not to sure how this story is ment to be is it a yiff or a fantasy story.

The handlers unbound me carefully before chaining me to the wall across from the window. Kept in a kneeling position, I had only a few seconds to work my jaws before a crystal ball gag was jammed between them, my teeth sinking into the stone as it acted like apiece of toffy. I tried to open my mouth wider but they stuck together.
"Now why are you trying to get that out of your mouth?" asked the Naga as she slithered closer, picking up a barbed switch. "It's not polite for slaves to struggle during training. Especially since it's your first time." Using the butt to push my gaze up to meet her own and then turn my head from one side to the other, her lips raised again. "My, you are a handsom creature. Well built as well..." She drew the switch along my neck slowly, tracing the outline of muscles and some of the bones. Biting down harder on the gag as she drew the the tip of her crop was drawn over my sheath, my body quivering slightly. "I am Mistress Tash'allan," she told me after a moment, placing the switch in her other hand as she reached down to stroke my sheath with soft scaled hands, claws dragging slightly over my balls. "Mmmmm...but what name shall we give you?" Closing my eyes I tried to take my thoughts away from what she was doing to me. More than half of my 13 inch member was coaxed forth and I finally shuddered as I felt her lips draw over the tip of it for a light kiss. Curling in upon myself, I nudges her head away from my and heard her hiss loudly. "I didn't give you permission to do that!" I winced as the switch hit my across the face, feeling warm trickle of blood starting to flow down my face as the barbs tore the flesh underneath my scales. "Now, shall we try this again?"

Glaring up at her, I straighened in my bonds and let her do what she wished.
"Much better," she said, kissing the cut her switch had made as the end of her tail curled around my member and squeezed, making me shudder again. Getting me aroused wasn't that hard, just that I lost most of the control I had when that happened, and the more Mistress Tash'allan did to me, the more difficult it became to hold back. Arching back as the tip of her scaled tail rubbed the head of my cock, I closed my eyes and sook my head in denial at what was happening to me. "Mmmm...Don't fight me, Silver. If you wish to survive your time here and as a pet to someone else," she told me, slithering a little closer. Something warm and moist pressed to my lips as I opened my eyes to see the Naga's belly pressing against my face, her sex grinding against my lips as her tail stroked me faster.

OOC\ i think it's meant to be both yiffy and fantasy, it looks interesting, i like the intro of it all,now thats detail ;)

OOC: Thanks. Just wish I could get a female to join this thread.

IC: I tried to pull back and only succeeded in helping to drive my rock hard cock through the ring her tail made around it, Tash'allan's hood expanding as she hissed again, this time in pleasure. I could feel my balls starting to churne with cum as she brought me ever closer to release, my eyes opening just a little. Her voluptuous breasts bouncing as little as she rubbed her drippign sex against my maw. "Mmmmm...Such an eager one," she whispered, pulling away abruptly and looking down at my cock with a wide toothy grin. "Very eager. I think I should try to get a little more comfortable...For both of us..." Tail uncoiled slowly as she lowered herself to grind her pussy against my shaft for a moment, making me groan then growl as the Naga moved back. I watched her with slightly glazed eyes, her lower body shimmering and bending in upon itself as the light played over her scales. Tail shortened as two bulges appeared beneath her flesh, becoming thicker with each moment before finally stretching and seperating from the scales of her tail as it became thinner. The two bulges quickly formed legs that were slim, the feet taloned but no less beautiful than the rest of her form. Tash'allan's body was still voluptuous, the main differences were the legs and the tail, which had become whip like and far shorter than before.
Murring, she slid her hands over her scaled form, cupping her breasts as she looked at me, toying with both nipples as she walked closer. I quivered with anticipation as the Naga lowered herself to my hips and ground the dripping opening of her burning sex against my phallus, both of us hissing with pleasure as I let myself go, thrusting slightly, the length of my hardness running over her pussys lips. "That's it..." She whispered, caressing my jaws and neck a little, tilting her hips just enough so that the tip of my cock entered her hot pusling cunt.

Giving a gutteral growl, I thrust up hard without warning, hilting myself easily within her pussy, the walls of her cunt gripping tightly as they stretched to accomidate my dragonic length. She cried out, clawed hands digging into my shoulders as her legs wrapped around my waist, rocking her hips slightly. Throwing my head back at the heat of her moist pussy surrounding my member, I closed my eyes and pulled back just enough to pull a quarter of my shaft from her before driving it back in slowly.
"That's it, harder my pet," She whispered, rising up and coming down onto me harder, making me groan as I panted for breath around the gag, hips tensing as I tried to keep myself from ejaculating, balls already aching for release. Doing as she asked, loosing control of all my emotions as lust overpowered everything, the head of my cock pounding against her cervix, making her cy out even louder than before as her body started to quiver. Tash'allan's pussy massaged and caressed my member like a pair of hot moist hands, not missing an inch of it, her tail curling underneath her and between us to caress my balls. My eyes opened wide as I arch back, driving myself harder than ever before into her cunt as my shaft started jetting wave after wave of burning cum into her, my cock jerkign around inside her moist walls as they quivered and clamped down like a vice on it. Her own juices flooding around my cock as she milked me for everything I had, which was more than her sex could contain.
One wave after another filled her, spilling out of her sex and onto our highs as I sagged in the restraints, breathign hard as she leaned against me, panting,body shaking from the intensity of our forced lovemaking. Laying my head against her shoulder, I tried gathering my thoughts and failed, only concerned with what was going to be happening next for me.

For another twenty minutes or more, the Naga stayed wrapped around me hissing a little from time to time, toung flicking out to taste the air and myself. Standing up carefully, I shivered as the cool air caressed my shrinking member, Mistress Tash'allan, going to the wardrobe and pulling out a silk robe for herself before ringing the gong that stood beside the bed. The Equine and Bouvine guards returned, both of them smirking slightly as the scents in the room passed their noses and the side of my worn body hanging in the chains greeted them. "Take him to a better holding chamber than the one he spent the night in," Tash'allan commanded, curling up on the edge of the bed near the washbasing as she started to sponge bathe herself. "Make sure that a stream bath is provided for as well as food."
"Should we make sure he won't try to break through the bars," suggested the bouvine, touching the crudgle resting in his belt. That brought a his and a short stream of venom spraying across the floor. It hit the guards thigh and he winced, a small cloud of smoke starting to rise from the stain as his hide started to blister. Biting his lip, he keeps his eyes lowered as his breathing picked up.
"He is to be treated with care," she said with leathal meaning of what the con sequences would be if her wishes were not followed. They both bowed low and proceeded to unchain and carry me away...

...I woke up in a cell that was more like a small cave, one side containing a small pool and basing, a constant stream of cold water running down the wall and out a small barred hole in the pool. Beside it rested a platter of food piled high with meats and a few fruits from the southern continents. On the northern wall was the entrance to this cell, barred and etched with runes that were clearly for keeping me inside. The metal cuffs were gone, replaced instead with a collar of the same magics. I was still tired yet not so much that I would complain at the food being offered, going over and eating a few slices experimentally. I couldn't smell poison, or anything else that might mean problems later, but it all slid down easily as if it had been prepared a certain way. Haveing some of the fruits as well, I finished it off by bathing to get rid of the overpowering smell of my musk and Tash'allan's serpentine scent. Getting out of the rose scented water, I staggered about three feet from the pools edge before falling face first onto my pallet, feeling as if I had just run 3km and every part of my body was a piece of lead. The last thought I had as slep claimed me a second time was that the food had been drugged in some way...

...The light of morning pierced my eyelids and I rolled to the side, trying to avoid it for a few moments more of sleep. Hinges whined slightly and a gentle metallic clang sounded along with the sound of metal scraping on stone briefly. Yawning, I opened my eyes and finally took a look around the cell.

A veiled feline femme stood waiting outside the bars, holding the empty tray and pitchers, staring at me intently. Breasts were covered with a strip of blue cloth that pulled them up and apart, silvery loincloth held up by a golden belt set with rubies. From the look of her fur, I guessed that she was a Pantheress, though rare to see in this region. Another tray of food and pitchers of drink had been set on the crude table on the other side of the room, the smells of cooked meat with honey and garlic cloves making my stomach growl. She laughed and tilted her hips slightly, showing the beautiful curves of her thighs, one eyebrow rising a little. Giving a slight grin of my own, I stood up and went to eat the meal laid out for me, with care to show that I was far from being a beast. Giving a nod, she took off and vanished around a corner not far from the cell door. My grin faded with her and I centered my thoughts around how I might escape this place.
The Yuridel Slavers were not unknown in the lands I came from, just generally frowned upon by most that lived there, since slavery was seen to be an unwelcome practice. Those that partook in it willingly and followed the Slavers examples were usually cast out of the communities or exiled completely. Servents that were free and paid in gold, were another matter.
Travelers had always been warned to keep an eye out and be prepared for hunting parties looking for fresh blood. Dragons didn't pay heed to the warnings since most had an advantage over the other races that traveled the lands. I had been one of them. The key words being 'had been'. Since my wings were not fully developed, I didn't have the luxury of flight to aid my escape.

Now that I had been captured, the few chances to regain my freedom meant trying to leave this fortress through stealth or as a slave to one Slaver and escape once we were away from the fortress. The first was bound to be suicidal at best. the latter...
Spitting at the stone wall in disgust, I frowned and watched the stone smoke and bubble slightly as my saliva started to melt it. Like my blood, the saliva I produced was only harmfull depending on the mood I was in or situation. It could heal wounds or cause entire limbs to melt away, without the used of my draconic breath. That could destroy a small village without trying. I tugged at the collar and growled, feeling the runes shifting to enhance the blasted things durability and resistance to anything I might try on it. There was no buckle or latch, just a lock that had no key hole and at the moment, seemed to be indesctructable.
"Not much of a fucking choice," I muttered, finishing the meal and pitchers before bathing again.

An hour or so passed before I heard someone approaching the cell again, this time with company. Bouvine and Equine returned, the first with his right leg partially covered with bandages. Two lupines bearing crystal pikes joined them as well as a black robed figure, face shadowed by a hood, though his scent marked him as a ratking or something close. There were no markings on his cloth or talismans hanging from around his neck, but that mattered very little. I could smell the magical aura around him, as well as feeling the energies he supressed. Without the blasted collar, I could have slaughtered him with ease.
"Come with us, Silver," he intoned, pulling a leash from somewhere in the depths of his robes. Growling, I crossed my arms and glared at him defiantly. "It would do you no good to resist my commands, or those of the other Slavers. I will ask you one more time. Come with us now."
"May whatever beings that give you your powers remove your soul and send it straight to the darkest regions of the veil," I spat, uncrossing my arms and cracking my knuckles.
The Ratkin gestured and I howled in pain, all of my muscles spasoming at once as I fell to my knees, mouth gaping as my eyes opened wide. "Shackle him then back away. Leave his legs free," the Ratkin continued, walking over to me and attaching the leash to my collar. I shuddered, every muscle in my body paralized except for my organs, the others doing as they were bid to. Once that was done, the power holding me vanished, leaving me able to breath and stand up uneasily. "You now know the consequences of disobeying me. Do so again and I will not be so leanient. That is a promise. Now, follow me and the others before I decide to give you more of an incentive. I am called Skellik and will be your keeper for the most part while you are being trained. Tash'allan will be instructing you in carnal pleasures, the rest has been left in my care." Glaring at him once again, I followed Skellik out of the cell and up into the fortress without further complaint...

...Physical training was skipped after half an hour was spent in that area, gauging my strength proving to be pointless as I handled the heaviest weights with ease. Sparring with other slaves taken in from hunts took the rest of the morning before I was sent to the bathing chambers. Skellik remained silent the whole time unless one command or another was to be given. After that, was another session with Mistress Tash'allan, though less intense than before.
"Has he been through all the usual tests, Master Kellik?" She inquired, taking the leash from him.
"Yes, Mistress Tash'allan. There is still the physical examination to be done by Master Healer Grinbol, yet that can wait for later," replied the Ratkin, bowing slightly before leaving me kneeling before the Naga...

She smiled at his retreating back then spat on the floor, part of the carpet melting as her venom was sprayed in a small stream.
"Much as I find his methods strange and sometimes useful, I can't trust that creature as far as I could throw him," she murmered, hood fully spread as her eyes gleamed maliciously. I kept silent, following her to the bed as she moved to lay upon it, still in her bipedal form. As Tash'allan sat down, she jerked the leather leash and gestured for me to sit on the floor beside her, eyes still gazing intently at the door. Easing myself onto the carpet, I waited patiently to see what she had planned, but the moment I was settled, she started to caress my scaled neck and forehead, not really paying attention to my reaction. Relaxing as well as I was able, my gaze wandered over her form, partly obscured by a silk robe that was clearly of oriental design, a phoenix rising from flames on the back of it, the fires depicted on it's fromt curving over her voluptuous breasts and shimmering slightly in the afternoon light. Taking a chance, I caressed her thighs and gave a wry smile, keeping my movements slow and unthreatening. She started and gazed down at me as if just noticing my presence then smiled, rubbing the scent glands under the scales on my neck gently.
"Sorry Silver. Soemtimes...I just worry about certain things like those I have little to no knowledge of. Skellik is one of the few I am unsure of that have been hired in the recent years. Don't worry about it my pet," she said, bending down to kiss my forehead lightly. "Did you sleep well after yesterday? I hope the night wasn't too cold for you."
"I was...fine Mistress Tash'allan. Slept better than I have in weeks," I said, a partial truth and partial lie, my guts twisting as I called her by the title she wanted to hear. "Did you sleep well, Mistress?"
"Very well, thank you. You had a lot of cum to give me last night, Silver. The bed was practically soaked with it this morning when I woke up, all of it having seeped out during the night. I can tell that you'll make whomever buys you very happy indeed," she said to me, pulling open her robe a bit and lifting my lips to meet her left nipple. Taking it past my lips, I started suckling lightly, moving to sit between her legs as I carefully placed my hands on the sides of her scaled form.

The Naga hissed with pleasure as I settled into my submissive role for the moment, I teethed gently on Tash'allan's nipples, pulling, twisting them, which caused her to arch back slightly and moan.
"You sure that everything was fine last night?" She said, writhing slightly as she teased the scales on my neck to rise and release their lavander scent.
"mmmm...yes Mistress, I slept well," I managed to mumble around her flesh, pulling back a bit to raspberry gently.
"Ahhhmmnnn...Would you like a companion this evening then?" Mistress Tash'allan moaned, her tail tickling around my sheath and balls carefully, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me.
"If Mistress would allow it, I would like that very much," I replied, moving to her other breast and raspberrying lightly before giving it the same attention as the other. Bitting down a little harder on the nipple as her tail squeezed the head of my shaft as it started to emerge. Rather than hiss in pain or anger, she pressed my muzzle against her breast eagerly, giving a rasping cry of pleasure. Tash'allan kept me like that for a few moments longer, her breathing picking up until she was panting for breath, then I was pushed back a little. I was little better, member completely rock hard and throbbing quickly under her care, tail still stroking me slowly.
"Mmmm...Already hard are we?" She whispered, looking down at me with a smile and tightening her grip on the leash slightly. "It takes a little more for me to be ready though, especially for one of your size. Time to have something to drink, my Pet..." Pushing my muzzle lower, she spread her legs to reveal her moist slit, already dripping with her juices. Taking the hint, I nuzzled her clit and flicked it with my toung before starting to eat her cunt out eagerly, my forked toung diving deep and pulling more of her necter to my lips. "Yesssss! Oh that's it my Pet, nice and slow...ooohhhh...." The Naga arched back nearly double a moment, grinding herself against my maw before sitting up again and reaching for a length of black cloth...

I ignored the action for the moment, allowing instinct to take over for the most part, my toung flexing a little as it moved within Tash'allan's moist warm sex. My eyes were already closed when I felt her sit up and carefully wrap the cloth around my head, making sure that I couldn't see anything if I tried to open my eyes as I growled eagerly. The Naga shivered and grabbed hold of my horns to steady herself as another moan escaped her lips, her legs lifting up so that her feet could rest on my shoulders. I heard the latch in the door click and paused, unsure what to do with my mind partially clouded due to my arousal, my nose hinting that another fur had indeed entered the room.
"Don't worry my Pet. This is just some training to show you how to arouse your Mistress by cutting off one of her senses temporarily," Tash'allan hissed to me, drawing her finger over my sensitive neck scales, making me shudder and groan slightly. The other undressed, my ears picking up the rustling of cloth as it fell to the floor and a soft, pad, pad, pad across the carpet towards us. A third hand joined in my Mistress's caresses, then a fourth, moving along my neck and back carefully, going ever lower as I returned to pleasing the Naga before me. her tail moved away, only to be replaced with soft velvit like hands that rolled my balls slightly only to slide up over my sheath and give a gently tug downwards, causing me to tense my hips and give a short trumpet of pleasure. The sound like a mellow note coming from an actual instrument. "Move back a little, Pet, she needs room to work as well. Besides, your neck should be long enough to reach me as it is," she said, flicking the leash slightly to get the point across. I did as ordered and soon started to croon to her as the stroking of my cock was resumed by the newcomer. Fur enclosed and rubbed the bottom and sides of my member as the velvit pads of the others hands held it close to her body, warm, gentle kisses caressing the head of my draconic length as pre seeped from it. I was unprepared for what happened next and nearly lost all control as a sandpaper toung licked the drops away ever so slowly. I groaned again, the vibrations being carried by my toung into Tash'allan's vagina making her whimper on the bed, hands grinding my snout into her juices as our breathing picked up. Never in my life had I experienced anything like this, and my body burned with the primal lust I had known only a few times before.

/Occ: looks more of a story then a role play.

"Seems as if he's almost ready, Mistress Tash'allan," purred the other, voice soft as silk, the vibrations from within her chest only helping to make me groan and tense again, balls heavy with seed and aching slightly. I felt a jet of pre spurt from the head of my cock, causing the feling beneath me to sputter slightly before eagerly cleaning off what remained with careful kisses and gentle licks of her toung. My tail thrashing as I pulled back from Tash'allan's pussy to catch my breath a moment before going back down and taking her pulsing clit between my lips and suckling on it as if hoping that I could get more of her sweet juices, my growls carrying to her. The Naga screamed without warning, my lips and lower jaw becoming drenched in her cum, her body falling back onto the bed and writhing as I did my best to drink as much of it as possible while trying to keep control of my own instincts.
"Enough," she moaned, reaching down to weakly push my muzzle from her sex, "Enough, Silver..." Growling, I gave her vagina a last lick around and over it's lips before pulling back panting, almost getting ready to stand up in order to stop the constant attention my member was recieving. "Sola...stop what you're doing for the moment...and help Silver calm down a little..." I could feel Tash'allan shifting upon the mattress as well as the feline moving out from between my legs, allowing me to breath a little easier. Velvet hands once again started to caress my back and sides, massaging slightly as much as they were able to due to the scales.
"Lay on your back," Sola said, a mixture of a command and request as she pulled away. Doing so, I felt her stradle my waist, her weight light and almost insubstantial. Her hands slid up over my stomach and chest, tracing the outlines of muscles under the scales. I shivered as her soft tail curled around the base of my cock and stroked slowly, keeping me hard without driving me to the brink. "Hmmm...I heard that this one was a rare find, but now that I've seen him myself...I must say that I'm a little jelouse that you were chosen to train him..."

"Believe me, Silver will become highly prized by whichever Mistress buys him," Tash'allan replied after a moment. "I have two weeks to train this one before he's put up for auction. I just hope he learns well so he doesn't need to be scarred up too much. It lowers the price, and I'd hate to see his hide torn up more than it needs to be..."
"I'm sure you are," Sola replied, easing herself up a little as her tail gave my draconic length a playful flick, making me groan and shift beneath her slightly. "For now though...I think I'll have some more fun with him. Do you mind, Tash'allan?"
"Not at all," the Naga hissed in reply, the sound of her moving on my bed making causing me to tilt my head a little. I could sense the feline shifting her position a moment before I gasped with pleasure, arching back and shuddering at the same time as the lips of her sex encompassed the head of my cock. She moaned slightly as her vaginal lips were spread wide, her juices flowing around my cock and dripping onto my waist. Sola rubbed the head of my shaft between her lower lips for a few moments before carefully lowering herself onto my throbbing shaft slowly. Biting my lower lip, I growled deeply, her sex incredibly tight, almost vaginal as my male hood stretched her walls to the limit. "Ooohhh.. Shit! He's big!" She cried out, stopping suddenly with a third of my cock inside of her, panting for breath and pulling up a little.
"You asked for it, Sola," Tash'allan replied from the mattress. "Try to fit a little more of him into you. Trust me, you'll enjoy it immensly." Lowering herself again, I brought my hands to her waist, holding her carefully, crooning with pleasure and encouragment. The feline quivered as she lowered herself again, crying out in surprise when the head of my member ground against her cervix, a quarter of my shaft still exposed. Whimpering, she started to ride me slowly, taking hold of my leash and yanking on it to pull me into a sitting position, her hands taking hold of my shoulders to keep herself steady. Something soft and warm was lifted to my lips, a little nub of flesh brushing against the scales of my lips lightly.
"Time to please her a little more, My Pet," Tash'allan told me as her weight settled upon my legs as well, her tail wrapping around the base of my cock tightly to keep me from cumming.

(OOC: Sorry for taking so long to continue the story.)

Locking my lips around the offered nipple, I suckled hungrily, almost desperately, like a child starved for milk. Sola purred and moaned deeply her pace slow as my hands moved up and down her sides a moment before gripping her ass tightly and pulling her cheeks wide. She cried out loudly, a mix of a yowl and moan together, her pussy getting even tighter around my shaft if that was even possible. I could feel her muscles quivering, even as my own hips responded, clenching and relaxing as my orgasm raced through me, but without the rush of my seed through my cock. Groaning, I bit her nipple slightly, our bodies quivering with pleasure even as Tash'allan tightened her tail around the base of my draconic length as I felt her hands wander over my chest then cup the breast I was suckling on.

"Are you ok, Silver?" the naga asked, a hissing chuckle escaping her lips.
"Yes...M-Mistress," I whispered, panting for breath even as I grimmaced slightly, stifling a groan, my balls aching, body burning with lust and the desire for release.
"Mmmm...Do you want to cum, My pet?" She whipsered, making me tense as I felt her fingers caress the top of my cock even as Sola cried out again, her body quaking as slid herself back and forth in my lap a few times before starting to ride me hard, pussy trying to milk me for everything I had, urging me on. I clawed slightly at the felines back for a few moments before laying back down and writhing beneath both females, gasping for breath. Without warning, I felt the scaled ring around the base of my cock vanish and I lost all control I had, my balls pulling up into me as wave after wave of burning cum erupted from my cock to fill the felines womb. I gurgled something unintelligent as I thrust up into her instinctivly, trying to help her get as much of my essence as possible, Sola continuing to ride me for a while longer before pulling herself off. Gasping, I felt the cool air caress my shaft and groaned as the last few waves of cum spurted into the air, a similar gasp hinting that someone had recieved it in an unseen manner.
"Ooohhh... Shit, I feel as if I've had three meals at once," Sola murmered, laying against me slightly, my still hard cock rubbing in the fur of her thighs. I grinned slightly and tried to sit up but felt something prick my side gently, followed by a warm rush through my body and groggyness.
"What..." Thoughts became jumbled and disjointed as a different darkness closed around my senses.

...It couldn't have been more than two hours later when I finally woke up, back in my cell again and with a slight soreness to my left shoulder.
"I wish that would stop happening," I muttered, wincing slightly as I sat up.
"Doing what?" asked another voice.
I instantly acted without thinking, tail lashing out at the figure beside me as my hands reached out to to grab the female. Wrapping an arm around her body, pinning her arms to her sides, my tail wound around her ankles to make sure she couldn't escape, my right hand clamping around her muzzle. My captive squirmed for a few moments before I growled, the sound and sight of my 4 inch long talon convincing her to be silent. From the feel of her flesh, I guessed that she was one of the smaller mammals, the ears falling over my shoulder identified her species as lapin, gray/white fur covering her voluptuous body along with black silks embroidered with gold. I could hear and feel her breathing quickly, her body quivering, heart beating rapidly, all of which might have brought a slight grin to my face had she been a feral creature I had been hunting. This was not the case however.
"Scream, and I will crush your throat," I whispered into her ear softly, tightening my grip on her muzzle slightly before allowing her to sit up a bit. "Nod slowly if you understand..." I continued, sliding my hand down from over her mouth to her throat and flexing my grip enough to let her know I meant what I said. She did so, topaz eyes looking at me with a mix of fear and something else, harder to place than other emotions, scent or expression wise. "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Telthariss," replied the lapin after a moment. "I'm here on my Mistress's behalf to see whether or not you might be worthy of an audiance with Her."
"Is she a singer?" I asked sarcastically, removing my hand from her throat yet still keeping her pinned.
"Not that kind of audiance," she replied dryly, regaining some of her confidence, though the scent of fear still hung around her. "She wishes to see whether you will make a good addition to Her other slaves." Growling, I released her completely and moved to the small pool to splash some water upon my face.
"What makes her think that I would be so willing as to go into her service?" Water ran in beads off of my scales and the thought that soap-sand would be welcome entered my mind briefly. "I could be just as willing to [CENSOR] her and everyone that works for her."
"That is doubtful," she replied with smug certanty, the tone of voice like that of a mother speaking to an erring child.
"What makes you say that?" I said, standing up from the pool, my back to the female rabbit.
"If you were such a beast, you would have killed me as soon as you knew that I was in the cell."
She gasped for breath as my tail lashed out again, this time stopping centemeters from her face, the silvery bone blades shooting out of the concealed sheaths in the tip of my tail. Each one was around five inches in length, curving only a little and resembling a small taloned hand.
"I could still [CENSOR] you and not care that the deed was done," I remarked, turning around and withdrawing my tail from her face. "Just because I wear a collar doesn't mean they've broken me." Silence fell between us for a long moment, my expression cold, hers undefined. No words I knew in common or my parents toung could describe it, nore the scnet coming from her. Sweet and bitter at the same time.
"I understand," she said at last. "I will inform Her of your opinion and beliefs. Until next we meet." With that, she moved to the cell door and waved to someone in the hall. Within a few moments, Skellik appeared along with two of the guards, one of which opened the doors. Gesturing for them to escort the lapin away from the cell, he remained, silently staring at me.
"The Master Healer had to take some of your blood for testing, though I could find no traces of such toxins in your seed or blood, though I know that your kind chan change the latter at will," he said at last, gaze level with my own. "If you had...killed or harmed that young woman any more than you did, I would have made sure you spent the rest of your life as a brainless sex slave."
"Would you use me for your own pleasures then?" I inquired with a slight snarl. The ratkin growled at that but managed to keep his face expressionless.
"Do not doubt that I would pay a high price to have you for my own uses in the Craft," he sneered, stepping closer to the bars. "I know of many uses for your races organs and such. Most of which would be most beneficial to the Yuridel Council."
"The day you even try to do that is the day that you will see all of the power I truly posess," I replied, crossing my arms. "Not all the magic you have or can call u[on will aid you when that day comes. That I swear..." For a moment, it felt as if we had shifted sides in regards to the bars between us. He was frightened of me, and the bars weren't meant to keep me in, but to keep me away from him. Skellik did his best to hold my gaze with his own, but failed, turning away and hurrying down the hall without further comment...