"This is what the mountain women look like? Fetching, indeed."

The warlord descended the steps from his chair, standing up to his full height, well over seven feet, and stretching his wings to the ceiling to get the blood flowing again and then retracting them. He approached to the kneeling captive, grabbing her chin with a clawed hand and pulling it upward.

The girl's nude form was voluptuous, with wide hips and large buttocks, and heavy breasts on her chest. Shorter than a plains dweller, but substantially so, her bronzed skin was accented with tattoos around her navel and nipples of sunburst patterns. Her auburn hair and green eyes gave her a slightly exotic look.

"The tattoos look enticing, cousin. Part of their savage custom?"

The warlord's seneschal paused a second before answering. Not a half-dragon herself, her red-scaled skin and statuesque build nonetheless marked her as a descendant of Agonagax as well, though her straight black hair, lack of wings, and softer skin showed that the dragon blood was multiple generations back. Her cadet's uniform, notably less battle-worn than the etched leather cuirass worn by her superior, could nonetheless not conceal her huge breasts and feminine curves, seemingly contradicting her amazonian build and soldier's poise.

"The tattoos mark her as being available for marriage. When one of their daughters comes of age, she is tattooed and forbidden from wearing clothes until someone offers her family a price for her, or at least until the winter months come. When she is married she is tattooed again."

"In what manner? I must say, something about it seems quite beautiful."

"The clan mark of her husband's family is inked on her." The seneschal gestured to her own lower belly.

"On her sex? Sounds painful for these soft-skinned humans."

"Not on it, Gyren, but more above it."

The warlord stepped closer to his cousin, poking her as he queried.

"Here?" he asked, prodding the top of her cleft through her skirt. "Or here, below the navel?"

The woman blushed at her cousin and commander's invasion of her personal space. She was sworn to his command, and to die for him if necessary, but this embarrassed her immensely. She was glad that only a slave who could barely speak a few words of the civilized tongue was the only witness to it. Gyren was a son of the king, and a brilliant war leader besides, and handsome, and Astar would certainly have shared his nest if he had asked her to. It was not uncommon for a commander to sleep with his or her subordinates; what made the situation awkward was that she was female. Female humans did not serve in the army; dragon-touched women did. The problem, then, was that if she became pregnant by Gyren, she became one of his concubines, his property.

That was the eventual fate of any daughter of the nobility, but to be gotten with child from a deployment relationship was a sign of the worst sort of promiscuity - a sign that a dragon-touched woman could not keep her mind off of breeding when she was supposed to be focusing on service in the king's armies. Astar, however, could not help but be subjected to a whirlwind of relief, annoyance, and distraction whenever her cousin treated her body in this way. In a matter-of-fact way, like he didn't even see her as a woman. It was refreshing to know that they could interact in the close confines of military life and not have it be improper. It was annoying to her that he treated her body like an object to be used at will by him, despite the fact that he could send her to die if he so chose. And it was distracting because he was the most overpoweringly handsome man she had ever spent time in close quarters with, and when he corrected her spear form with his strong hands she wished that he would spend more time grabbing other parts of her body.

She fought to keep her focus on the here and now.

"Usually the first. Right above the cleft."

"Fascinating. Marking their property, eh?"

"Yes. So that other men know she is not to be touched." Gyren's hand no longer prodded her, but his extreme closeness made Astar's stomach flutter. His yellow eyes stared right down into hers, unblinking.

The half-dragon broke the stare with his subordinate and circled around the captive, who remained silent and seated.

"Does she understand you?"

"Yes, I can get by in the hill tongue now, but she only knows a few words of our speech."

"Good. Tell her my name, ask her hers, and let her know that she is now my property."

Astar translated. The girl furrowed her eyebrows for a moment, then responded.

'My name is Terin. Am I to be this dragon's wife?'

'No, his concubine. He already has a wife, a noble lady.'

'Dragon-lady, I am confused. Should not a powerful man like him want many wives?'

'In our lands, we only have one man and one wife. But a man may take concubines.'

'Do you mean junior wives? This I understand; he has a senior wife and I am to be a junior wife.'

'It may be much the same thing, in practice, but we use different words.'

Gyren's keen eyes watched the exchange between the two women.

"Does she understand?"

"Yes, cousin. Her name is Terin."

"Tell her to come with us." Gyren started towards the back of the reception hall, loosening his cuirass and letting it fall to the floor before pulling the red curtain to his raised bed back. He sat at the side of it, removing his greaves before doing the same with his breechcloth.

Astar inhaled sharply at the sight of her cousin's muscled body. She turned to the mountain woman.

'He says... you are to... come with him.' stammered Astar, more from awkwardness than due to any unfamiliarity with the language, which, despite her modesty earlier, she had mastered with little difficulty.

'I am to be bred now?' asked Terin. She walked ahead of Astar, who despite her trepidation at the situation couldn't help notice how the mountain girl's curvy body effortlessly moved in the most sensual manner possible, her hips moving with an enticing rocking motion and her arms caressing her own body sensually.

Astar didn't answer. It was clear Terin had figured out what was going on. She turned to leave but was stopped by Gyren's command.

"Stay, cousin. I will need you to translate." Gyren's manhood sprang free, massive and still only half-erect, wide and ridged like a dragon's. His newest concubine kneeled before him, looking up at him with a look of lust.

'Please tell my lord that I await his command to please him with my mouth.'

"She's... she's asking if she can suck you." Astar had to force out the words, her eyes transfixed on the massive tool between Gyren's legs. The cocks of dragon-touched men were large, and that of a half-dragon massive, it was said that no woman who had had one could be satisfied with a mortal's cock again. It was also said that dragon-touched women could only be satisfied with such a manhood as well.

Astar would not disagree with those stories. She kept her sexual liasons to other women, to avoid the chance of being bred, but seeing that magnificent cock made her wish she didn't have to. Dragon-touched women were tight, due to their finely muscled bodies, inside and out, but their hardier constitution, draconic resistance to pain, and quick healing meant that they could handle massively large cocks, even those of pureblooded dragons, as a matter of course. Astar sometimes ached for something inside of her, but the fingers of her lovers were just not enough.

"Cousin?" Gyren's voice. He had clearly said something that Astar had missed in her reverie.

"Sorry. What?" Astar shook her head, clearing it.

"Tell her that she of course may. She does not have to ask permission; I will stop her if she displeases me. Also, mention that I do not want to hurt her, and have her let me know when she is feeling wet enough to receive me."

Astar flushed again with arousal and embarrassment. She couldn't believe that she was this horny; the libidos of the dragon-touched increased with age, and she was only twenty-two, still only a year out of the academy. To be distracted like this was unbecoming of a soldier, and to be distracted by her cousin who clearly wasn't interested in her was unbecoming of a different sort.

'As a concubine, you may, and are expected to, anticipate his needs without asking his assent. He will stop you if you do something he does not wish, but it is no great disrespect. A concubine should be eager to please her master at all times; better to be too eager than not enough.'

Terin nodded and bent down to lick the sides of Gyren's massive cock, stroking it with hands that seemed delicate next to the powerful organ. Her plump lips stretched around the flared head, not able to fully encompass it. The half-dragon stared intently at his newest concubine, watching her service him.

'Lord Gyren also cautions that you, ah, be sure you are ready to receive him. He does not wish to harm you.'

'Certainly, lady. What good wife, or concubine, does not ache for the vitality-' Terin paused to lick and slurp as a stream of precum began to fountain out of the tip of her lord's cock. She continued. '-of her master's manhood?'

The girl spread her kneeling legs and arched her ass backwards so that Astar could see her wet pussy between her thighs.

'Of course, he has a very large and powerful one. I shall let you know when I am ready.'

Terin continued slurping and sucking on Gyren's cock. Astar stood, entranced. She had heard that the mountain tribes educated their virgin daughters in the ways of pleasure to increase their marriage value but she was not prepared for the intense sensuality of this girl, enough to put any courtesan in the capital to shame. Even as she worshiped the manhood in front of her, she moved her body sensually, moaning as if in ecstasy and flashing smoldering glances at her half-dragon master. Gyren for his part, let the corner of his mouth turn up in a lewd smile at her ministrations, keeping his eyes focused on her.

"Astar, tell her her technique is superb. I am very pleased with her."

Not taking her eyes off of the raw display of sexuality in front of her, Astar did as she was told. The dragon-touched woman was positively dripping at this point, and she squeezed her thighs together as she sat down in a chair, letting out a barely audible gasp at the feeling. Imperceptibly to her, her cousin's ear slits twitched at the noise.

'Tell the lord that I am honored. Pleasing a dragon as my mate was an unexpected challenge, but a welcome one.' The girl licked the underside of Gyren's shaft, down to its base and heavy balls.

"She says she's happy to please you."

"Wonderful." Reaching down, Gyren picked the girl up with one hand, depositing her gently on the bed with her large, tattooed breasts pointing towards his face. Reflexively, Terin pulled her legs back, displaying her sex to him. She was positively flowing with juices and glistening in the light. "Ask her if she feels ready."

'Are you ready to receive your master's manhood, Terin?' asked Astar, stepping closer to the bed so she could see the concubine's face again.

Terin closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting a long moan escape her lips as she let the air out.

'Tell him that I am as wet as I have ever been, my lady. I am eager to receive my master's manhood.' Terin's pink snatch pulsed a few times as if beating with a heartbeat of its own.

"She says she is ready." Astar looked Gyren's cock, gently pulsating, covered in a mixture of saliva and his own precum. "Ready for your cock."

Gyren leaned down and inhaled sharply from his concubine's slit, flicking his slender tongue out to taste her.

"I've never seen a human get as wet as this. These mountain women are well-bred; they could teach our women a thing or two."

He braced his huge tool against the girl's slit, rubbing it up and down along her crotch, waiting until she opened enough for him to fit this tip inside. Terin moaned as her lower lips were splayed wide by the massive shaft, her spread as far apart as possible and her feet behind her shoulders. Her hands made fists of fabric as she clenched them tightly against the sheets.

"Is she in pain?" questioned Gyren, his deep voice displaying just a hint of passion.

At Astar's relaying of the question, Terin shook her head, though she could only speak in breathless gasps.

'No... I... ah, am not in much pain, though I beg of my lord that he moves slowly. I want to be filled by his manhood.' The mountain girl's head rocked from side to side, her eyes squeezed shut and her breathing heavy like she was running.

At Astar's reply, Gyren nodded and continued thrusting his ridged cock into Terin's dripping snatch. Astar, standing practically beside her cousin, was transfixed at the sight of his cock entering into the girl. Gyren was fantastically strong, and the libido of half-dragons was only exceeded by that of dragons themselves, so Astar was astonished at the restraint he was showing by entering his whimpering slave slowly. Her lower lips were stretched around his cock, sliding over every ridge tightly. The lower belly of the mountain girl rippled, well-trained muscles adjusting and readjusting to the massive volume inside of her.

About half of Gyren's shaft had entered the girl when he stopped.

"I think I'm at the end of her. Tell her I'm going to move slowly."

'Lord Gyren is going to thrust now that he's inside you.' The mountain girl nodded silently in acknowledgment, biting her lower lip as Gyren began thrusting gently in and out.

Gyren suddenly closed his eyes and let out a groan, still thrusting gently. His normally impassive face with its rough features was clenched in a conflict of arousal and restraint.

"She's... ah... incredible, cousin. She has a talented vessel. She's clenching on me, even stretched out as she is. Almost like a dragon-touched woman." Astar saw the muscles of the woman's belly clenching and unclenching, visible even through the slight chubbiness of her abdomen.

'Lord Gyren is pleased with how strongly your pussy grips him, Terin.' relayed Astar, wishing that she were the one giving her lord the pleasure that this mere human girl was. She should be angry, she knew, but she was transfixed by the display before her.

'Tell him that I have -ah- strengthened the muscles of my womanhood my whole life-' Terin's reply was cut off by her own deep moan as she arched her back and opened her eyes wide in sensation. 'My lord, you give me pleasure at the touch of your cock!'

"The mountain women train from since they are young to give this kind of pleasure." said Astar, agape at the woman convulsing on Gyren's cock.

"Oh, I can feel her insides fluttering around me. She loves being filled." exclaimed Gyren in a husky voice. He picked his lover up by her waist, holding her so that her full weight did not rest on his manhood, and brought his forehead close to hers, looking the still-orgasming girl straight in the eyes. He picked up his pace slowly, still fantastically gentle for his size, and continued his lovemaking as Terin gave moan after pleasurable moan. Their eyes never left each others as their passionate lovemaking continued, Terin coming to multiple crescendos of sobbing pleasure while Gyren grunted gradually more intensely and picked up the force and speed of his thrusts. Astar sat down on the bed next to them, and leaned back, her fingers pressed against the thin linen of her own crotch and rubbing with slow but firm pressure. The linen was almost transparent from being soaked with her juices, and he almost silent gasps of pleasure came involuntarily.

As the lovers picked up, they came to a mutual height, Terin's pleasure-blasted body still maintaining its clenching of Gyren's cock, and Gyren growling with pleasure as he thrust into the girl, her ass and breasts swaying with each movement. Gyren forced himself more deeply inside of Terin than he ever had before, and threw his head back, spending himself inside her as he pumped his seed into her depths. Giving a few more thrusts, he set her down on the bed again, locking eyes with her again as his fertile seed pumped into her. And kept pumping.

Astar saw the belly of the girl distend as Gyren's massive draconic load emptied into her womb. Terin's eyes were closed, her head thrown back in speechless, smiling bliss as she felt her womanhood filled with vital seed. The process was slow, taking minutes as Gyren exulted in his claiming of her. As the flow finally slowed, Terin, came down from her orgasmic high as well, eyes widening in amazement as she saw the size of her belly, looking as if she was already a few months pregnant. With a satisfied growl, Gyren withdrew slowly from Terin's pussy, her stretched lips clinging to the surface of his cock as if not wanting to release it. Astar was shocked at the length that had ended up being forced inside of the human girl, as the cock slowly slipped out of Terin's pussy. After a truly monstrous length had been withdrawn, though not Gyren's full size, his head slipped out of her with a slight popping noise, and a small flow of semen seeped out onto the bed out of her still-gaping pussy.

'My womb is soooo warm. Am I already with child?' moaned Terin, her hands sliding over her distended belly, marveling at its fullness.

'You are young and, ah, healthy, so you will almost certainly bear a clutch of eggs for your lord. But that is just his seed inside you, no child has - uh- grown yet.' Astar's speech was puncuated with small moans and grunts of pleasure as her hand rubbed her slit, the linen of her clothing pushed against her thigh to allow her access.

Gyren folded his wings and laid back on the bed, his still-erect cock protruding towards the ceiling.

"Can you believe that human men only come for a few seconds, and only loose a few small spurts? It's a wonder that regular humans survive on their own." mused Gyren, looking at Terin in her post-orgasmic haze.

Astar clenched her face as she came, a few small whimpers escaping her mouth as she imagined Gyren pumping her belly full of his seed. She opened her eyes, blinking away the stars of orgasm as she turned to answer her cousin's question, leaning back parallel to his sweat-slicked, muscled body.

"It's a good thing for them we find them so sexy, cousin. Do you think you would want one of these women as a bedmate, as well? They seem well-trained."

"Of cou- ah, no." Astar shook her head out of the sensual fog.

"Oh come, now. No need to be a self-sacrificing soldier. Some small comforts are due to you for your service so far."

"No, it's all right." lied Astar. "I have my bedmates."

"Ah, yes. Being a young cadet, bonds of sisterhood between you and your trustworthy fellow officers, it's only natural that one thing leads to another. A lot of us grow out of it, you know, but it's normal."

Astar nodded silently, thinking of how her two lovers were unlikely to be able to truly satisfy her as long as she knew Gyren was around.

After a long moment, Terin sat up, somewhat awkwardly considering the new bulk of her belly, and glanced at the massive manhood, still very erect, at her side.

'Has it been long since my lord has had a woman? Too much campaigning, and he has much lust built up?'

Astar shook her head.

'The dragon blood means he must loose himself multiple times before he is finished.'

'Oh! Tell him that I am sorry and will continue forthwith. I thought he was spent.'

Seeing her movement towards his manhood, Gyren reached out to hold her still.

"Is her womanhood sore? I stretched it, I don't want to damage her further."

'Is your pussy sore? Gyren does not want you to overexert yourself when you are still getting used to him.' Astar couldn't believe the human woman was still willing and eager for more. She had practically been impaled on his member before. Terin touched herself, and winced slightly.
'I would not lie to my lord, but it is a bit sore, despite the pleasure he gave me. But I am ready to receive him again.'

Gyren nodded once Astar gave him her reply, and then sat up and spread his legs.

'Gyren says he appreciates both your lust and honesty, but suggests that you pleasure him with your mouth and hands.'

Nodding in assent, Terin went to work on Gyren's shaft once again, noisily slurping and stroking him, her generous ass and pussy, still oozing her juices and a small amount of his cum, raised and directed back at Astar.

"I think it's time we brought these mountain folk under the king's rule." remarked Gyren, fully relaxed as his concubine serviced him. "The talents of their women could certainly bear some use by us. And I think some of our women could learn from them."

Astar nodded. While she was still greatly aroused, the part of her brain that acted as Gyren's assistant immediately started thinking. While primitive, these tribesmen knew how to defend their home ferociously, and without a unit of the king's sons and daughters, to fly into the mountains and roust them out of their holes, it was unlikely they'd be able to dominate them. Gyren alone was mighty, but he couldn't fight every single one of them alone.

"You have a plan, Gyren? It's always some stratagem with you." This was normal, day-to-day talk, made somewhat absurd by the situation of Astar lying on a bed with her commanding officer while he was naked and having his cock sucked by his slave. But this talk was so automatic and natural she could keep it up while distractedly horny.

"Of course I have a plan. But you've been studying them. I need to know what you know." And so began a long conversation about the disposition of the the mountain tribes, their manners and ways of making war. The whole time, Terin never ceased her ministrations of Gyren's cock, and Astar could not shake the arousal this situation had given her, and had given up trying. Eventually, Gyren finally tensed up, and pushed his slave backwards while he kneeled and began spraying his seed over her body, pump after pump of hot dragon semen covering her. Terin eagerly presented her breasts, face, and body to the shower, her sensual features getting covered in hot white spurts.

"Ah... I no longer require your services... cousin... you have the rest of the evening... to yourself." Gyren dismissed her as he continued spraying across his newest possession.

Astar didn't remember walking back to her quarters, but once she was there she came to find one of her paramours, the priestess Marinth splayed nude on her bed, with just a single candle lit, her full curves and curly brown hair glinting in the light.

"Welcome home, lover. I've been waiting for you -"

Marinth was cut off by a suddenly forceful Astar forcing the human woman down to the bed. The dragon-touched woman practically tore off her own clothes, than sat on her lover's face, grinding her pussy into the priestess's mouth. Marinth, pleasantly surprised by her lover's earnestness, writhed with Astar on the bed in a tangled, sweaty mess until Astar moaned in climax.. They lie there, stroking each other for a while.

"You were soaking when you came in. Thinking about me on duty?"

"Yes." Astar lied, unable to maintain eye contact while doing so, and unable to get the thought of Terin's swollen, cum-filled belly out of her mind.