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Liquorice's Diary - Entry 2
The collar is beautiful in its simplicity. It fits perfectly, and there are delicate tags hanging off the D-ring up front, identifying me as property. I'm strung up in one of the back caves, just waiting to be useful. Telroth's gone out now, no idea when he'll be back. Hadn't really banked on just being left alone.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 4
I am so fucked.
Really though, knowing how sneaky and manipulative dragons can be, I should've seen this one coming. Breaking not a single rule we'd laid out beforehand, Telroth has gone to great lengths to remove all signs of the passage of time from the cave I'm tethered in. No longer do I have any idea how many hours or days have passed, and my regular sleep pattern's been completely obliterated. Telroth wakes me up with his half-flaccid dick draped over my nose, wet with the cum of some dragoness he's just finished squirting a batch of babies in to. It's my job to lick it clean for the next bitch in line. We've performed this routine.. Eight times now? I don't think more than twelve hours could've passed. The guy's a beast.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 7
I can feel that I'm writing these entries more often than I'd planned, so it hasn't been a week yet, maybe two days at the most? He turns the lights on and off at irregular intervals, and I'm finding it hard to focus with such little sleep. My jaw aches, my nose is clogged up with spermy backwash, and my head's swimming with the scent hanging off me. It's like it's stained my fur. He pierced my sheath shut earlier, it still stings when my dick tries to get erect, but it feels good not having to worry about my boner flopping around while he teaches me how to be his good little bitch.
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The dragon wasted little time in plying his trade upon the canine after they'd made it back to his cave. He'd seen her working, he knew how much pride she had in her cock; the way she rubbed it in her pets' faces, made sure they got a good lungful of her sheathmusk as she mashed their noses into her crotchfur, and then made them moan out when she bent them over and fucked them hard. Naturally, her cock was the first thing that he took away from her. Using a small metal ring, he cinched the top of her sheath partially closed, at least enough that her shaft would not be able to leave its furry prison. Uncomfortable? That was the understatement of the century, but as he so clearly explained to her, "good little bitches don't have raging erections," and he was going to enforce that physically until she learned to keep her body in check mentally.
After taking away her pride as a dom, next on the agenda was to overload her senses. Not just subjecting her to his scent, but completely flooding her sinuses with it, letting her start to choke on it, and then making her clean up and swallow down every thick glob of cum she hacked back up-- all while he invaded her sex with his claws and fingered her. The dragon wasn't quite sure if it was the claws that got her so wet, or the looming knowledge that he had well more than two claws to stick between her netherlips. Every lick upon that fat shaft reminded her that the dragon was going to sink every inch of it into her until it disappeared, like a magic trick.
The collar is beautiful in its simplicity. It fits perfectly, and there are delicate tags hanging off the D-ring up front, identifying me as property. I'm strung up in one of the back caves, just waiting to be useful. Telroth's gone out now, no idea when he'll be back. Hadn't really banked on just being left alone.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 4
I am so fucked.
Really though, knowing how sneaky and manipulative dragons can be, I should've seen this one coming. Breaking not a single rule we'd laid out beforehand, Telroth has gone to great lengths to remove all signs of the passage of time from the cave I'm tethered in. No longer do I have any idea how many hours or days have passed, and my regular sleep pattern's been completely obliterated. Telroth wakes me up with his half-flaccid dick draped over my nose, wet with the cum of some dragoness he's just finished squirting a batch of babies in to. It's my job to lick it clean for the next bitch in line. We've performed this routine.. Eight times now? I don't think more than twelve hours could've passed. The guy's a beast.
Liquorice's Diary - Entry 7
I can feel that I'm writing these entries more often than I'd planned, so it hasn't been a week yet, maybe two days at the most? He turns the lights on and off at irregular intervals, and I'm finding it hard to focus with such little sleep. My jaw aches, my nose is clogged up with spermy backwash, and my head's swimming with the scent hanging off me. It's like it's stained my fur. He pierced my sheath shut earlier, it still stings when my dick tries to get erect, but it feels good not having to worry about my boner flopping around while he teaches me how to be his good little bitch.
__________________________
The dragon wasted little time in plying his trade upon the canine after they'd made it back to his cave. He'd seen her working, he knew how much pride she had in her cock; the way she rubbed it in her pets' faces, made sure they got a good lungful of her sheathmusk as she mashed their noses into her crotchfur, and then made them moan out when she bent them over and fucked them hard. Naturally, her cock was the first thing that he took away from her. Using a small metal ring, he cinched the top of her sheath partially closed, at least enough that her shaft would not be able to leave its furry prison. Uncomfortable? That was the understatement of the century, but as he so clearly explained to her, "good little bitches don't have raging erections," and he was going to enforce that physically until she learned to keep her body in check mentally.
After taking away her pride as a dom, next on the agenda was to overload her senses. Not just subjecting her to his scent, but completely flooding her sinuses with it, letting her start to choke on it, and then making her clean up and swallow down every thick glob of cum she hacked back up-- all while he invaded her sex with his claws and fingered her. The dragon wasn't quite sure if it was the claws that got her so wet, or the looming knowledge that he had well more than two claws to stick between her netherlips. Every lick upon that fat shaft reminded her that the dragon was going to sink every inch of it into her until it disappeared, like a magic trick.
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