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Here we have a lovely view of feeding time for our sexy, submissive pup; Dinner, to be exact. But wait! It seems the bitch has been extra good recently, as the dragon is letting her have a bit of dessert as well to go with all her vitamins.
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Liquorice's Diary - Entry 29
After the emotional turmoil of watching Fairglen getting re-collared and squirted full of Master's load, he decided to give me a little time to unwind today. Funny how your perspective on this sort of thing changes when you're saturated with it day in - day out. Maybe a month ago I might've balked at the idea that I'd find comfort and peace with my jaw stretched around his cock, his precum dripping out my nose 'cause I can't swallow fast enough.. But now? It's sort of my happy place.
Still suspicious of the biscuits, but at least he's letting me dress them with his aromatic, sticky sauce.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 35
I'm under the impression that breeder dragons don't wait around for smaller clutches to be born before starting on their next collection of young. We had a short session with a collection of needles and an array of foil topped bottles of stuff, and I'm told that I'll start putting out more eggs each time I'm mated with. I guess breeders are about efficiency, right? They want to get the most out of their broodmares - make sure they're at full capacity so they can get their womb's worth out of each litter.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 36
The changes don't stop there, though I'm assured they're all fully reversible. Today, after a short session of slit-cleaning, Master held me down on all fours and snapped a couple cute tags on to the ring of my collar. One's got this neat ovary logo on it - the magic it holds allows him to control the amount of time it takes for my young to gestate. I doubt he'll use it a great deal, I get the impression he quite likes the long, slow belly-swelling I've got going on right now, but it means if I ditch early I can be baby-free by the time I walk out of the cave.
The other tag's a little more devious. He allowed me to stand after snapping it on the loop, and asked me how I felt. My legs were sore, hamstrings feeling as though they were being pulled taut by the time I was upright. My throat felt gritty, like I was a week deep in a bad cold. I go to reply, but only manage a feral yelp and bark. He rests his hand atop my head and guides me back down to hands and knees, and for once it feels natural. The tag's got the outline of some feral mutt, so apparently that's my role for a little bit. Speech stolen away, body more tuned to the pose of a pet than a peer.
Plus my tail won't stop lifting unless I concentrate real hard on it. So I guess it does that too. Typical dragon.
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This scene happens several months after The Bet begins, with Liquorice having missed the deadline twice. It looks like she's really starting to get into it though, so I wonder if she's even really trying to end the bet?
For those curious what exactly is going on here:
Clit Piercing - A tiny silver ring has been pierced through her clit, enchanted with the dragon's very essence. If the ring is held between two fingers (by Liquorice herself or anyone else), then Liquorice feels the the sensation of a phantom shaft sliding up into her sex. The harder someone squeezes the ring, the deeper it seems to go. Great masturbatory tool? Of course. The catch? If the ring is held when she climaxes, then a fully-virile load of the dragon's seed is conjured up and injected into her womb.
The silver chain around her ball sac is welded to her clitring on one end, and goes through a grommet piercing at the base of her sheath to attach to a cockring inside her sheath on the other end. It functions as a conduit for magic from the clitring to power the cock ring.
The cock ring funnels the dragon's essence into Liquorice's shaft, changing the shape into a smaller version of Telroth's, and transforming her seed into his when she orgasms - Even if the dragon does give her a chance to exercise her dominance on another female, it's his musk in her crotch, his cum that exits her shaft. On top of that, he's trained her to get hard or go soft on voice cue; it doesn't matter how roughly he ruts her or how many times he makes her pussy orgasm, she knows to keep her shaft tucked into her sheath and just dribbling preseed unless he gives her permission to let it out and to empty her balls.
The vitamin treats sitting in the bowl are to make sure she gets the right nutrients since so much of it is, well... dragoncum.
______________________
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 29
After the emotional turmoil of watching Fairglen getting re-collared and squirted full of Master's load, he decided to give me a little time to unwind today. Funny how your perspective on this sort of thing changes when you're saturated with it day in - day out. Maybe a month ago I might've balked at the idea that I'd find comfort and peace with my jaw stretched around his cock, his precum dripping out my nose 'cause I can't swallow fast enough.. But now? It's sort of my happy place.
Still suspicious of the biscuits, but at least he's letting me dress them with his aromatic, sticky sauce.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 35
I'm under the impression that breeder dragons don't wait around for smaller clutches to be born before starting on their next collection of young. We had a short session with a collection of needles and an array of foil topped bottles of stuff, and I'm told that I'll start putting out more eggs each time I'm mated with. I guess breeders are about efficiency, right? They want to get the most out of their broodmares - make sure they're at full capacity so they can get their womb's worth out of each litter.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 36
The changes don't stop there, though I'm assured they're all fully reversible. Today, after a short session of slit-cleaning, Master held me down on all fours and snapped a couple cute tags on to the ring of my collar. One's got this neat ovary logo on it - the magic it holds allows him to control the amount of time it takes for my young to gestate. I doubt he'll use it a great deal, I get the impression he quite likes the long, slow belly-swelling I've got going on right now, but it means if I ditch early I can be baby-free by the time I walk out of the cave.
The other tag's a little more devious. He allowed me to stand after snapping it on the loop, and asked me how I felt. My legs were sore, hamstrings feeling as though they were being pulled taut by the time I was upright. My throat felt gritty, like I was a week deep in a bad cold. I go to reply, but only manage a feral yelp and bark. He rests his hand atop my head and guides me back down to hands and knees, and for once it feels natural. The tag's got the outline of some feral mutt, so apparently that's my role for a little bit. Speech stolen away, body more tuned to the pose of a pet than a peer.
Plus my tail won't stop lifting unless I concentrate real hard on it. So I guess it does that too. Typical dragon.
______________________
This scene happens several months after The Bet begins, with Liquorice having missed the deadline twice. It looks like she's really starting to get into it though, so I wonder if she's even really trying to end the bet?
For those curious what exactly is going on here:
Clit Piercing - A tiny silver ring has been pierced through her clit, enchanted with the dragon's very essence. If the ring is held between two fingers (by Liquorice herself or anyone else), then Liquorice feels the the sensation of a phantom shaft sliding up into her sex. The harder someone squeezes the ring, the deeper it seems to go. Great masturbatory tool? Of course. The catch? If the ring is held when she climaxes, then a fully-virile load of the dragon's seed is conjured up and injected into her womb.
The silver chain around her ball sac is welded to her clitring on one end, and goes through a grommet piercing at the base of her sheath to attach to a cockring inside her sheath on the other end. It functions as a conduit for magic from the clitring to power the cock ring.
The cock ring funnels the dragon's essence into Liquorice's shaft, changing the shape into a smaller version of Telroth's, and transforming her seed into his when she orgasms - Even if the dragon does give her a chance to exercise her dominance on another female, it's his musk in her crotch, his cum that exits her shaft. On top of that, he's trained her to get hard or go soft on voice cue; it doesn't matter how roughly he ruts her or how many times he makes her pussy orgasm, she knows to keep her shaft tucked into her sheath and just dribbling preseed unless he gives her permission to let it out and to empty her balls.
The vitamin treats sitting in the bowl are to make sure she gets the right nutrients since so much of it is, well... dragoncum.
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