This is a sequel to another short story. You can read it here.
The forest was dark and gloomy, the air filled with the smell of defeat and despair. The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the ground below. Princess Isabel, the beautiful ruler of this land, ran desperately through the forest, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the darkness closing in around her, the danger growing with every passing moment. The attack by that giant dragon had sent her fleeing, and she had no idea that Sonya was now dead... she just feared that he was after her.
As Princess Isabel and her horse raced through the dark forest, she clung tightly to the reins, her heart pounding with fear. The trees seemed to reach out for her as she passed by, their branches swaying menacingly in the wind. She could hear the distant roar of that massive dragon and hoped that Sonya was holding him off and that he wasn't hot on her trail.
Despite her terror, Isabel knew she had to keep going. Her people needed her, and she couldn't let them down. With every ounce of strength she had, she urged her horse onward, pushing it to its limits. The thunder of hooves echoed through the night, a constant reminder of the danger that was closing in around her.
As they emerged from the forest, Isabel could see the city lights in the distance. Relief flooded through her as she realized they were nearly safe. Just then, however, Isabel's tired horse stumbled over just a small divot in the road. The horse screamed and tripped, and Isabel was thrown to the ground. She cried out in pain as she landed awkwardly, her ankle twisting underneath her. The horse galloped off into the night, leaving her alone and defenseless. With tears streaming down her face, Isabel tried to stand, but the pain in her ankle was too much to bear. She crawled on the muddy ground, her torn dress leaving a trail behind her.
"I have to get away," she whispered to herself, her voice shaking with fear. "I have to find help." As she crawled through the mud, Isabel could feel the fabric of her dress tearing beneath her. The pain in her ankle was almost unbearable, but she forced herself to keep moving forward. Every inch felt like an eternity, but she knew she had to escape from the dragon and get back.
With a surge of determination, Isabel pushed herself harder, ignoring the searing pain in her ankle. She scrabbled forward, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake as her once beautiful dress was ruined beyond repair. But she didn't care. All that mattered was getting away from that monstrous dragon and finding help for her people.
"Well, well," a loud voice hissed, his voice dripping with menace. "Look what we have here. The little princess, all alone and helpless."
The dragon descended from the sky, landing gracefully on the muddy ground in front of Princess Isabel. The moonlight danced on his sleek, black scales, making him appear even more menacing than before. His massive wings flapped powerfully, causing a gust of wind that knocked Isabel off balance and onto her back.
As she lay there, dazed and frightened, the dragon leaned down, his massive head looming over her. She could see blood on his teeth, a stark reminder of the danger she was in. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he spoke to her, his voice playful yet ominous. "Well, well, Princess. It seems you've run quite a distance. But I'm afraid you aren't getting any further than this on foot. Your journey ends here."
Isabel's body trembled with fear as she stared up at the enormous beast. She wanted to run, but her injured ankle prevented her from escaping. She could only watch in terror as Xavarus towered over her... and she realized, to her absolute horror, that there was something jutting out from beneath the dragon, between his legs.
Isabel lay trembling on the ground, her gaze locked on Xavarus' massive body. She remembered seeing something similar dangling between her horse's legs before, and a laughing stablehand had told her it was called a cock. He had said it was used for breeding, for mating with females. The thought of taking something like that inside herself made her feel sick with fear. Now, as she stared at the dragon's enormous member, she realized it was the same thing but magnified to an unimaginable size. It swayed gently between his legs, twitching every so often, its black scales shining ominously in the moonlight.
The sight of the dragon's huge cock filled Isabel with dread. Not only was it nearly twice the size of what she had seen on her horse, but it was also slick with fluids… clearly he had already used it on her bodyguard, and now the beast stood over her, ready to claim another victim. She tried to crawl away, but her injured ankle betrayed her, causing her to cry out as she collapsed onto the broken road. Xavarus chuckled darkly, his eyes sparkling with cruel amusement as he watched her struggle.
"Please," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want."
Xavarus laughed, his sinister cackle echoing through the silent night and against the trees. "Anything, you say?" he growled, his massive claws reaching for her. "We'll see about that."
With a swift movement, he grasped her by the waist, his claws digging into her tender flesh. Isabel screamed in agony as he lifted her high into the air by her broken leg, dangling upside down from his draconic hand as she lifted him up towards his face. The dragon's hot breath washed over her, his foul stench making her gag. "Let's start with something simple," Xavarus purred, his eyes fixed on her heaving chest. "I want to see those big, beautiful breasts of yours... Princess."
Slowly, as if moving through a nightmare, Isabel reached up her body and began to undo the clasps of her bodice. Her fingers trembled with fear as she undid the lacings, but she knew she had no choice. Xavarus leaned in closer, his breath hot on her skin, his eyes fixated on her every move. With each clasp that came undone, Isabel felt more exposed, more vulnerable than ever before.
The fabric of her dress fell away down past her face and fluttered down to the mud, revealing her large, heaving breasts in all their glory. They glistened in the moonlight, her rose-colored nipples hardening in the cool night air. The dragon smiled cruelly, his yellow eyes burning with desire. "So, that's what the great Princess Isabel has been hiding underneath her royal garments," he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You have the body of a common whore."
His words cut deep into her soul, and Isabel would have normally been sputtering and protesting in fury... but she was too terrified to do any such thing. Tears streamed down her face and into her hair as she hung there, helpless and humiliated.
The dragon moved closer, his massive head hovering just inches from her exposed skin. He inhaled deeply, taking in her scent as if savoring it. Isabel could feel the heat of his breath against her sensitive flesh, making her shiver with fear and revulsion. Xavarus laughed darkly, amused by her discomfort. "You smell so sweet, Princess," the dragon teased. "I can't wait to see how you taste. Will it be better than your knight tasted?"
The dragon's words echoed in her mind, filling her with shame and self-loathing. "You... you ate her?"
Xavarus laughed without mirth. "Oh yes, Princess," he hissed, his forked tongue flicking out to taste her tears. "I devoured her whole. And let me tell you, she tasted divine."
The horror of her situation filled Isabel’s mind… The thought of Sonya, the brave knight she had known her entire life, being eaten alive by this monstrous dragon filled her with terror and anguish. She felt like a helpless animal, trapped and vulnerable before a predator. Xavarus brought one claw up to her chest, tracing the outline of her breast with a razor-sharp talon. Isabel bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain as he scraped her delicate skin. A single drop of blood welled up where his claw had touched her, almost glowing in the dim light, and the dragon’s eyes watched it drip.
As she hung there, naked and exposed, Isabel couldn't help but think about Sonya. Her brave warrior, her protector, was gone. And now, here she was, about to suffer an even worse fate than her fallen comrade. The thought of what lay ahead filled her with dread, but she knew she could do nothing for the woman anymore. With every passing moment, Princess Isabel slipped further into despair, her once-cheerful spirit slowly crumbling beneath the weight of the dragon's cruelty.
Xavarus' eyes widened with lust as he stared at her naked breasts. He licked his lips, his tongue slithering out like a snake, and it just so slightly brushed her breasts. "Now, touch these whore tits," he hissed, his gaze never leaving her chest. "Squeeze them for me."
Isabel's eyes widened with shock. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. But she knew she had to obey him if she wanted to live. Reluctantly, she reached for her breast, her fingers rubbing her nipple gently. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment.
Xavarus laughed, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That little touch and you are already moaning? I don't want you to rub it, princess. Grab fistfuls of your melons and squeeze like you mean it."
Isabel clenched her teeth and did as she was told, squeezing her breasts roughly as she sobbed. The pain was excruciating, but she knew that if she didn't obey, things would only get worse. Her moans mingled with the sounds of the forest as she desperately tried to endure the torture.
Xavarus watched with a twisted smile, enjoying her suffering. "That's it," he hissed, "squeeze them harder." His eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as the princess complied, her face contorted in agony.
"Good girl," Xavarus purred, his voice low and dangerous. "Now, while you do that, I want you to imagine what it would feel like to have my cock inside you. Imagine how big and hard it is, how it would stretch your tight little pussy."
Isabel's face burned with shame as she did as he commanded. In her mind, she saw the dragon's massive cock, thick and throbbing with desire. She imagined what that thing would do to her… how its incredible size would fill her utterly. That would kill her. It was too big, too impossibly big. It would never work. "It won't fit... I couldn't survive it," the princess wept as she hung from his claws.
Xavarus laughed, his voice filled with mockery. "You wish I would be that easy," He chuckled, clearly thinking of his previous victim... Sonya. "I fucked your little knight bitch before I got bored of her, and she survived my cock..." He paused. "Of course, she didn't survive the boredom." His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction. "Besides," he continued, "you should feel honored that I chose to use your tight cunt as a means to masturbate. Your kind can be quite useful when it comes to relieving my sexual needs."
Isabel sobbed, and Xavarus grinned, seeing the effect his words were having on her. "Now, spread your legs for me," he growled. "I want to see your wet little pussy... see what I'll be plowing open."
Isabel hesitated for a moment, but then she slowly spread her legs, revealing her most intimate parts to the dragon. Her pussy was neatly trimmed and groomed... of course, she was on her way to see her husband-to-be. It left her completely exposed to the marauding dragon. "Whore," Xavarus hissed, his eyes locked on her bare sex. "Somehow, human royalty has even less shame than the rest of your hairless apes. As the moon hung high above the forest, bathing the treetops in an eerie silver light, Xavarus continued to examine Princess Isabel with a mix of curiosity and malice. His massive talons traced patterns on her skin as she squirmed helplessly, her exposed breasts bouncing with each movement. The dragon's breath was hot and putrid, causing her to gag as he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.
"You should be honored, Princess," Xavarus hissed, his yellow eyes narrowing into cruel, golden slits. "Not many get the opportunity to grace my presence, let alone have their bodies explored by me."
Isabel struggled to find her voice, her fear making it difficult to speak. "Please... don't hurt me..." she managed to whisper, her throat raw from crying. "I'll do anything you want."
Xavarus chuckled darkly, amused by her desperation. "Oh, I know you will," he purred, his talons tightening around her waist. "But first, let's explore this beautiful body of yours a little more, shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, the dragon lifted her higher until her face was level with his own. He brushed aside her long, golden hair, exposing her neck and collarbone. His tongue flicked out, tasting her salty tears before darting lower to trace the curve of her breast. Isabel shuddered in disgust as she felt the rough texture of his tongue against her sensitive skin.
As Xavarus continued his sadistic exploration, Princess Isabel closed her eyes. She could feel the weight of her heavy breasts, now free from the confines of her dress, swaying with each movement. The fabric of her garment lay discarded on the muddy ground below, a tangible reminder of how far she had fallen.
The dragon's claws reached to her sides, shredding the remaining scraps of cloth that still clung to her body. With a swift motion, he tore away the tattered remains of her undergarments, leaving her completely naked and vulnerable. As Isabel squirmed, her crown fell from her head, and Xavarus plucked the crown as it fell... he hooked it on the smallest claw of his hand, wearing it almost like a ring.
"Now, that's more like it," the dragon growled, his eyes roaming over her exposed body with unbridled lust. "No more hiding behind your royal attire, my dear princess. There is no royalty to you anymore... you are just an object that belongs to me."
Isabel trembled, her entire body racked with fear and humiliation. The wind blew through the forest, causing her hair to dance around her face and her naked body to shiver in the cool air. She couldn't help but feel like a helpless animal, trapped and at the mercy of this monstrous dragon.
Xavarus seemed to sense her despair, and it only served to fuel his desire even further. His massive claws gripped her thighs, parting them forcefully as he exposed her most intimate area to his gaze. Isabel's cheeks flushed crimson as she realized that the dragon could see every inch of her bare flesh.
"Such a pretty little pussy," Xavarus purred, his talons grazing her inner thighs. "So this is what you were going to give to your husband? Sell your cunt to another kingdom for alliance? I'll show you what I think about that..."
Horrified by his words, Isabel tried to struggle against his grasp, but it was no use. The dragon's strength was far too great, and she found herself powerless in his clutches. Tears streamed down her face as she resigned herself to the inevitable torment that awaited her.
Then Xavarus tightened his grip on Isabel, spread his massive wings, and leaped into the sky. The princess's sudden screams of terror were drowned out by the roar of the wind as the dragon rose higher and higher, her naked body dangling helplessly from his talons. The forest below shrank away, leaving only the endless expanse of the night sky surrounding them.
Isabel's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to breathe, the cold air rushing past her face and causing her eyes to water. She could feel the dragon's warm breath on her skin; the presence of his black-scaled form was the only thing keeping her from plummeting to her death. As they soared through the sky, Isabel felt a mixture of terror and... a brief, almost teasing flash of fascination. The sensation of flying would have been thrilling if it wasn't so terrifying. The vastness of the sky above and the world below rendered one tiny princess insignificant. She hung nearly limp from Xavarus's claws, her bare skin pressed against his rough scales as they hurtled through the air.
The forest vanished beneath them, the trees becoming mere specks in the distance. In the dim light, she could see the torches and lanterns of her kingdom, the kingdom she had been fleeing back to, growing smaller and smaller. It was a stark reminder of how far she was from safety... and how little hope she had of ever returning.
The cold air bit at her exposed flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms and legs. Her nipples hardened, sensitive to the chill, and she couldn't help but feel a wave of embarrassment as the dragon seemed to notice her reaction. His eyes narrowed, and he let out a low, sinister laugh that sent shivers down her spine.
Isabel closed her eyes, trying to block out the horror of her situation. The dragon Xavarus soared through the night sky with Princess Isabel in his claws, her naked body pressed against his rough black scales. He marveled at her helplessness and vulnerability, a stark contrast to her former status as a royal heir. As they left her kingdom behind, she felt a mixture of terror and fascination with the vastness of the world below. Xavarus noticed her goosebumps and hardened nipples, chuckling wickedly at her physiological reaction to the cold.
Without warning, the dragon dove towards a dark forest, banking sharply between the towering trees. Isabel shrieked in fright, her heart pounding in her chest as branches whipped past her face. Xavarus skimmed the treetops, enjoying the rush of wind and the sensation of flying with his captive princess. He tightened his grip on her thighs, and Isabel screamed. Xavarus flew low over the forest, Princess Isabel's heart racing as he weaved between towering trees. The danger from the whipping branches and the proximity to the ground sent shivers down her spine, her imagination running wild with visions of being torn apart by the unforgiving foliage. Then, as quickly as he had descended the dragon emerged from the forest and Isabel was treated to the view of a castle town in the distance, lit up in the night by hundreds of lanterns in windows and along the walls... and with a start, she realized she recognized it. This was Daggoth, the town she was traveling to to meet her betrothed. As they approached, Isabel could see the walls surrounding the settlement and the torch-lit courtyards beyond.
Beneath them, the hour was late... but not so late that there was no one to notice their presence in the air above. The residents of the town were just beginning to point and scream in astonishment and fear as the massive dragon flew overhead through the young night sky. Isabel felt an overwhelming sense of vulnerability and exposure as she was carried naked above the town, clutched like a toy. The cool air and her fear made her body shiver uncontrollably as she stared down at the town she was supposed to become the princess of.
Xavarus banked sharply, circling the castle tower at the center of the town. From this vantage point, Isabel could see the entire layout of the settlement, including the main gate where a group of armed guards had gathered, watching their aerial display with a mix of fear and wonder.
The dragon continued to fly in wide circles, each pass bringing him closer to the tower's battlements. With every swoop, Isabel felt her heart race faster, unsure of what Xavarus planned to do next. On one pass, he grazed the stone parapet, sending chunks of masonry tumbling into the darkness below. The guards scattered, some ducking for cover while others prepared to fire their arrows at the menacing beast.
Xavarus laughed, the sound echoing through the night sky as he pulled upwards, soaring higher above the town. Then he banked and crashed down on the guards like a bird of prey.
Xavarus crashed down upon the guards with a terrible roar, unleashing a flurry of claws and teeth. The hapless soldiers scattered in fear, but it was no use; the dragon's ferocity was unmatched, even clutching the naked princess in one of his claws. His massive jaws snapped shut around one guard, crushing his bones like twigs, while his powerful tail sent another flying into the stone wall with a sickening thud.
The remaining guards tried desperately to defend themselves, loosing a volley of arrows at their monstrous assailant. Arrowheads glanced off Xavarus' tough scales, merely serving to annoy the deadly beast. The dragon responded by breathing a stream of corrosive acid, melting both flesh and steel as it struck its targets. Screams of agony filled the air as the surviving guards fell, their bodies burning from the caustic liquid. Those still standing turned and fled in desperation.
In moments, the carnage was over. Xavarus stood triumphantly amidst the chaos he had wrought, surrounded by the twisted corpses of the town's defenders. Princess Isabel watched in horror, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She shivered in her captor's grasp, trying desperately to escape her own nightmare.
As the last echoes of battle faded, a deathly silence descended upon Daggoth. No one moved, though Isabel could see some of the town's inhabitants peering cautiously through their windows, afraid to venture out into the darkened streets. They knew they had witnessed something truly terrifying, something that would haunt their dreams for years to come... Isabel knew how they felt.
With a booming laugh, Xavarus licked the blood from his claw, savoring the metallic taste of the guards' lives. He turned to Isabel, sneering at her stunned expression. "So these are the people you would call yours?" he mocked. "Cowards, all of them!" The dragon let out a loud roar, the sound echoing through the town like thunder... loud enough that it rattled the teeth in Isabel's skull. A few lights went out as if their owners were desperately trying to hide from the horror above.
"It's time they meet their new Queen-to-be," Xavarus declared, tightening his grip on Isabel. She struggled against his iron hold, but it was no use; her strength was no match for his.
Without warning, the dragon took off, soaring high above the town before diving back down towards the castle tower. He landed with a thunderous crash on the battlements, sending rubble and debris flying in all directions. The impact jolted Isabel, causing her to cry out in pain as her body bounced roughly against Xavarus's scaly hide.
The dragon stepped forward, his massive feet crushing the remains of the stone parapet. He walked towards the edge of the battlements, his charcoal-black scales glinting in the moonlight. Isabel could see the occasional lantern of Daggoth glittering blow her as Xavarus placed a claw around the trembling Princess Isabel's waist. Then he held her aloft, displaying her to the crowd like a trophy. "Behold your new Queen-to-be!" he roared, his voice booming across the silent square. "She comes to you as a gift! Now watch as you see what she's good for."
Xavarus aligned Isabel's naked body with his massive, throbbing cock. The sheer thickness of it made her gasp in horror. She squirmed helplessly, realizing that there was no way her fragile body could survive being impaled on such a monstrous member. Terror seized her heart as she desperately begged for mercy. "Please, mighty dragon!" she cried, her voice trembling with fear. "I'll do anything! Don't do this to me!"
The dragon chuckled darkly, enjoying her fear and vulnerability. He tightened his grip on her waist, causing her to squeal in pain as he pulled her closer to his erection. "You already are doing anything," he taunted her, his teeth glinting in the night. "Giving me the only thing of worth you have, princess."
Without warning, Xavarus thrust himself forward, pushing the head of his cock against Isabel's trembling slit. The pressure was immense, and she screamed as she felt her tender flesh stretching beyond what she thought was possible. Tears streamed down her face as the dragon's cock began to penetrate her, inch by agonizing inch.
Isabel's mind reeled in agony, unable to grasp the enormity of what was happening to her. Her body felt like it was being torn apart, the searing pain radiating from her core as Xavarus relentlessly pushed himself deeper inside her. She could feel her inner walls being ravaged, the friction between them and the dragon's scaled cock too much to bear. Xavarus reveled in her torment, his laughter echoing through the night sky as he brutally fucked the helpless princess. He twisted his hips, causing the thick veins on his shaft to scrape against her sensitive flesh, sending bolts of pain coursing through her body.
Xavarus continued to thrust into her with relentless fury and Isabel felt her cunt stretch beyond belief, the searing pain causing her to scream in agony. With each brutal thrust, she felt her entire body slowly tearing, the dragon transforming her once-tight virgin cavity into a gaping, bloody mess around his cock. The dragon laughed manically, his cock twitching as it reveled in the tight, wet heat of Isabel's abused body. He pulled back slightly, only to thrust forward again with even more force, causing her fragile flesh to tear further.
Isabel struggled, kicking and punching at the claws that held her in mindless agony... but she might as well have been kicking stone. Completely disregarding her pointless struggles, Xavarus continued to use the princess's helpless body for his twisted gratification. He pounded into her mercilessly, his massive cock pulsing as it relished the feeling of her torn, bloodied cunt wrapped around it.
Isabel's mind reeled as Xavarus continued to brutally fuck her, each thrust tearing away at her both physically and emotionally. The pain in her body was unbearable, but just as bad were the haunting thoughts of what was supposed to be that ripped her heart out. As her body was stretched and torn to wrap it more fully around a dragon's scaled cock, what was left of Isabel's sanity couldn't help but fantasize about the life she was supposed to have.
She was supposed to marry a handsome prince, the two of them uniting their kingdoms in a grand ceremony attended by people from far and wide. She was supposed to be queen, ruling the realm at her husband's side, guiding their people towards a better future. Her friend and protector Sonya would be by her side, watching her triumph and grow. She was supposed to have children – two sons and a daughter – who would grow up amidst love and prosperity, becoming leaders in their own right.
Now all those dreams were instead being ripped apart by the dragon's cock. The way his scaled ridges relentlessly thrust into her destroyed not only her cunt but also all of her hopes for the future. With every brutal penetration, she felt another piece of her dreams shatter, leaving her with nothing but pain and despair. Her cunt stretched beyond its limit, Isabel sobbed uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she mourned the loss of the life she was meant to have. The dragon, oblivious to her anguish, continued to pound into her mercilessly, seemingly intent on causing her as much physical and emotional pain as possible.
As Xavarus relentlessly thrust into her, causing her cunt to stretch beyond belief, Isabel felt a new and even more intense pain join the haze surrounding her mind. It was different from the others - sharper, harder, and more focused. She could feel the pressure building in her hips as the dragon attempted to force her wider still. The pain intensified with each brutal thrust of his cock, pushing against her already ripped and torn flesh.
Her body trembled under the strain, her entire being consumed by agony. Suddenly, she felt her hips give way with a loud crack, like a tree snapping in a powerful storm. The sensation was painful beyond anything a pampered princess could have imagined - a combination of searing agony and an overwhelming sense of vulnerability. Her broken hips parted, and her legs dangled limp and useless beneath her… none of them could do anything any longer to resist the dragon's assault.
Isabel screamed in anguish as her body was forced open even further, the scaled monster within her driving deep into her abused core. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the sweat and blood that coated her skin. She felt helpless and defeated, her dreams and hopes shattered along with her hips. Seconds later, with another sickening crunch, her cervix gave way and the dragon's scaled cock tore through the barrier and plunged into her womb.
Isabel's world shattered into a universe of unrelenting agony as Xavarus pierced her most intimate and delicate area with his merciless, scaled cock. Each brutal thrust expanded the once-sacred pocket of her body and sent shockwaves reverberating through her fragile form, causing her to convulse uncontrollably in protest against the savage violation. The hammer blows of the dragon's hips against her womb felt like a physical assault on her very soul, overwhelming her senses and leaving her breathless... and if she still had breath in her lungs then her shrieks would have completely filled the night.
With every ruthless plunge, she was certain that this was the end... that she would be torn apart from the inside out by the monstrous invader. She even began to hope so. Looking down at her trembling body, Isabel could see her belly bulging outward grotesquely with each powerful thrust, even past the dragon's claw that held her tightly in its grip. The creature's massive scaled grip pressed against her swollen flesh, adding to the crushing pain that threatened to consume her.
Each thunderous impact of his cock deep within her womb stole her breath, forcing the oxygen from her lungs and leaving her gasping for air amidst the chaos of their violent coupling. The frigid wind whipping around them served only to amplify her misery, chilling her to the bone and searing her ravaged skin with icy knives. She was too weak even to try to wriggle free from the dragon's unyielding grasp any longer, and Isabel collapsed limply in Xavarus's claws, her entire body feeling like one massive bruise the dragon had wrapped around his cock.
As her vision blurred from tears, Isabel tried to hold onto the memories of her old life, the happy moments she had shared with her family and friends. But even those memories seemed to fade away as Xavarus' cock tore through her insides, leaving her with nothing but the devastating reality of her current situation. In that dark and desperate moment, Princess Isabel knew that she had been irrevocably broken, both physically and emotionally, by the beast that held her captive in his talons. The life she had once known – the dreams, the hopes, and the promises of love and happiness – seemed to exist in another world altogether, one that was now nothing more than a distant and unreachable memory. All that remained was the ceaseless torment of Xavarus's brutal lust, a never-ending nightmare from which there was no escape.
His hips slammed into hers with relentless force, driving his engorged member even deeper into her shattered body until, with a final, brutal thrust, Xavarus finished inside his plaything of a princess. His cock swelled within Isabel's ravaged cunt, spasming as it pumped jet after jet of hot, sticky cum deep inside her. The dragon roared in triumph, his semen flooding her wrecked passage and spilling out onto the cold stone below.
Isabel could feel her insides stretching to their limits, accommodating the dragon's massive girth as he filled her with his seed. Her broken hips parted further, straining under the weight of the monster that held her captive. The sensation of his cum filling her was unlike anything she had ever experienced, an overwhelming feeling of being completely and utterly consumed by the beast.
As he continued to release his load, she felt her belly bulging outward grotesquely, the pressure building within her abdomen as the dragon's semen began to fill not just her womb but the space around it as well. It was as if her entire body was being invaded, taken over by the monstrous creature that relentlessly violated her. His cum stung her raw, bleeding flesh as while the thick liquid squelched and oozed its way through her torn tissues. Each pulse sent another wave of pain coursing through her, making her tremble uncontrollably in the dragon's grip.
Xavarus' talons dug even deeper into her tender skin, keeping her secure as he emptied himself inside her. Isabel didn't have breath to give her torment, and her voice broke as she struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening to her, but if she could have screamed, they would have heard it back in the castle she grew up within.
Finally, the dragon's thrusts slowed, and his cock began to soften within her. The cum that filled her hung like a heavy weight, pulling her stomach downwards and leaving her feeling both full and empty at the same time. Isabel lay limply in the dragon's claws, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to process the violent act that had just transpired. Her body felt like one massive bruise, the dragon's cum a sickening reminder of the horrors she had endured.
Xavarus grinned wickedly, his cock still buried inside her. "Now that was a show," he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. "I wonder how many of your subjects are still watching?"
Xavarus slowly pulled the cum-filled princess off of his cock, releasing her from the vise-like grip he had maintained throughout their violent coupling. The sudden absence of his massive member sent a rush of cold air across her battered body, sending shivers down her spine and causing her to gasp in pain as the raw skin on her inner thighs rubbed against the rough talons.
As Isabel's slender form slid along the dragon's scales, a flood of lewd fluids poured out of her abused cunt, trickling down her thighs and dripping onto the stone below. The mixture of blood and the dragon's seed created a grotesque puddle, a testament to the horrors she had endured at Xavarus' hands. She hung limply in the dragon's grasp, only half-conscious as her mind struggled to process the agony that wracked her entire being.
Xavarus chuckled cruelly, reveling in the sight of his ruined plaything. He brought Isabel forward, but the woman didn't realize where they were going until she noticed they were among the slain guards, the once-pristine cobblestones marred by scarlet stains and the remains of their melted and torn bodies. With a sharp slap, he brought his bloody cock into contact with Isabel's face, leaving a crimson smear across her cheek and forcing her to come to attention.
"Clean it," he growled menacingly, his eyes boring into her own with an intensity that left no room for disobedience.
Isabel's gaze flickered briefly around, looking at the carnage that surrounded her... the sizzling cobblestones, the crater of the dragon's impact that had filled with his acidic spit, the smoke as fires from the initial carnage began to spread. Too many were too scared to leave their houses to fight the blaze… it was possible the dragon's terrifying presence might result in the town burning down without him lifting a clawed finger. Isabel's confused, pain-soaked thoughts were little but a jumbled mess of fear, pain, and desperation, but slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward, extending her tongue to lap across the ridged scales on the dragon's still-erect member.
The salty taste of her blood stuck to her tongue and mixed with the bitter tang of his semen, creating a revolting concoction that made her gag. Despite that, Princess Isabel continued to lick almost mindlessly. She no longer had any hope to survive... she just wanted to suffer as little as possible, and she knew that any act of defiance would only bring further suffering upon herself.
As she serviced the dragon's cock, he began to slowly lower her into the pool of acid, the searing liquid lapping at her knees and threatening to consume her entire body. The excruciating pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced, the caustic liquid eating away at her flesh like fire. She should have screamed, but it was like she forgot how... instead she just continued licking.
As Xavarus continued to lower Isabel into the acid, she felt her flesh sizzle and burn in agony. The searing liquid rose higher up her legs, threatening to consume her entire body. She could smell her charred skin, the pungent odor almost making her gag, but still, she persevered, continuing to lick weakly at the dragon's cock as if it were a lifeline.
Raped, hopeless, and in excruciating pain, Isabel found herself becoming strangely detached from her surroundings. Her mind began to wander, her thoughts drifting back to her time at home before she had ever seen a dragon. Princess Isabel remembered the everyday luxuries she had once taken for granted: the soft sheets on her bed, the exquisite tapestries that adorned the walls, and the rich, savory meals prepared by the royal chefs. But most of all, she missed the simple freedom of being able to walk outside without fear of such a monstrous beast.
Xavarus let the princess slip further down into the pool and her legs melted away to the bone, leaving her crippled and completely helpless in his grasp. He laughed cruelly and lowered her even further, forcing her to continue licking his cock while she was submerged up to her waist in the corrosive liquid.
"Now you're getting a taste of what it's like to serve your master completely," he sneered, watching with delight as the acid ate away at her flesh.
Isabel felt no defiance left within her; all that remained was a deep sense of hopelessness and despair. She could only submit to her tormentor, her body trembling from both pain and fear. The acrid stench of her burning skin filled her nostrils and the dying princess vomited all over the dragon's cock... and despite that Isabel continued to lick at Xavarus' cock, cleaning the cum and blood and vomit off of it. She couldn't think of much anymore, but what little thought she had left told her that earning mercy from the monstrous dragon was the only way to get any mercy at all.
With a snicker, Xavarus removed the crown he had stolen from her earlier from his finger and placed it back on Isabel's head. "There you go, princess," he mocked, his voice dripping with malice. "We wouldn't want anyone to mistake you for a common whore. We want to make sure all your subjects see what a princess is truly good for... a temporary ornament and nothing more."
He then lowered her further still, until her torso was engulfed in the seething acid. The acidic liquid burned her breasts and stomach, causing unimaginable agony. Isabel shuddered violently, but she did not scream; she had no more strength left to resist or protest.
As she dangled in the dragon's grasp, her vision began to blur, and her thoughts grew fuzzy. The pain seemed to be receding, replaced by a strange sense of numbness. Despite the horror of her situation, Isabel felt oddly detached from it all, as if she were watching herself from a distance. Her cunt no longer hurt where the monster had ripped her almost in half, and that felt like the exact mercy she had been begging for, and her tongue continued to move as if in desperate, unthinking thanks.
The world around her grew dim, and the sounds of the town faded away, replaced by an eerie silence. It was as if time itself had slowed down, each moment stretching out into eternity.
Xavarus chuckled, enjoying the sight of his helpless captive being consumed by the acid. He savored her suffering, reveling in the power he held over her. With a playful gesture, he tilted Isabel's head back, forcing her to look up at him as he towered above her. "Do you see now, little princess?" he taunted. "This was your only true purpose... to serve and amuse me for however brief a time. You are nothing more than a plaything, destined to dance and die for my entertainment."
Isabel gazed up at Xavarus, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She could barely hear his words, but she understood their meaning all too well. Her life had been reduced to this – a grotesque performance for the enjoyment of a monster.
As Isabel's abdomen dissolved further, the acid flooded into her chest, burning her lungs and making it impossible for her to breathe. For just a moment the pain was indescribable, but she couldn't scream anymore... her lungs were already melting away. Instead, she could only stare up at Xavarus with pleading eyes, begging for the pain to stop.
The dragon's expression twisted in amusement as he watched her suffer, taking pleasure in her agony. He knew that she was close to death, and he wanted to savor every moment of it.
Isabel's thoughts drifted as the pain slowly fell away again, and the world began to go dark. It was late, and she was so tired. She wondered if Sonya would be there in the morning.
As the pool of acid burned through the last vestiges of her being, Princess Isabel slipped away into darkness. Her body convulsed once, twice, and then went limp, hanging lifelessly from Xavarus' talons. The dragon held her aloft for a moment longer, savoring his victory over the once-proud royal before dropping her broken corpse into the pool completely, letting it sink into the acidic slime filling the crater.
Xavarus watched as Isabel's body disintegrated in the seething acid, a satisfied smile curling his lips. Her flesh dissolved away, leaving just a broken skeleton wearing a royal crown beneath the surface. He reveled in the knowledge that he had destroyed yet another human kingdom, leaving nothing but ruin and despair in his wake.
With a triumphant roar, the dragon spread his wings and soared away from the devastated town, leaving the burning buildings and the shattered dreams of its people far behind.
After all, there was always more to amuse himself with elsewhere.
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