The Harem
By Shaman

  Dorn awoke to rays of sunshine and birds chirping, the crisp morning air felt nice in the warm shell of his scales. He yawned and stretched out in a very feline way, his muscles rippling, making his black coat shake slightly. The tinkering of his scales against one another was like tiny shards of ice falling on steel. He sat on his haunches with his long tail curled around him like another black serpent, and regarded his surroundings; the cherry blossom he slept by, the crystal clear pond, the Japanese home…”Dammit!” He cursed himself out loud, wishing he could have looked around the tree before he fell asleep. He chuckled to himself, forgiving his idiocy for the beauty of the place he had wanted all his life. He began to trot toward the house, but his excitement to see how they had made it overpowered his pride and soon he was bounding like a cheetah, his claws digging ruts in the grass. As he neared the door he slowed and stood upright, grasping the knob in his claws, he gently bit his lip in anticipation. His paw turned but the knob did not. His ears drooped as dread flooded through him, then embarrassment. “Too excited to think” he growled under his breath, and plucked the key off his belt. It slid perfectly into the keyhole and turned easily, popping the door open. It slid on silently oiled hinges, revealing the abode he had spent most of his money and time designing.

  Oil lamps cast soft yellow light on the polished hardwood floors. The smell of the cherry blossoms was even strong here, intermingled with the smells of earth and wood and rain, it smelled like nature. He walked slowly inside, the door closed behind him with a soft click. He turned slowly around with wide eyes, marveling at everything laid out before him. Even with such intense planning, paper and ink never amounted to this, it was more then he dreamed of. Tears welled in his deep emerald eyes as he passed dreamily from room to room. He slid a rice paper door aside and immediately fell in love with his room. A natural waterfall from a nearby stream flowed and pattered on one side, taking up the entire wall. Huge crystal windows gave a disturbingly revealing look out onto the pond completely surrounded by cherry blossoms in full bloom. In the middle of the outlook of glass was a massive red velvet cushion, adorned with romantic draconic artistry. His claws softly clicked against the wood as he walked slowly toward it, kneeling to examine the pictures portrayed on his bed. Dragons flew and dived and curled around each other, some kissing passionately, their tongues and bodies gracefully entwined. Others were making what appeared to be very pleasurable love together. Dorn was suddenly filled with loneliness, realizing this was the first time he was truly alone. He had lived all his life with at least some of his loving family, but now he, 18, had left his sister and brother to make his own living. He was once again reminded of the other reason for making this place… to attract females. He wanted to be drowning in them, wanted them to live and love with him, and, of course, to mate with them. He would call them his Harlots, and this, his Harem. Harlot… he frowned at the word, such a beautiful one, but so misused, so…dirty. His Harlots would shatter the stereotype. His Harlots would be truly loved and cared for, and only for him! He crawled onto the soft velvet and lay with his hands behind his head, raising an eyebrow at the clouds he could see lazily creeping by through the skylight he didn’t remember putting in. His large wings unfurled over the sides of the bed, the sunlight glinting off his deep crimson webbing like ruby cloth. “The art of feminine attraction?...” he even thought questioning himself alone was odd, but it suited him. He supposed he would need a female to find out. Just thinking of a young juvenile in his home with him made his pride twitch in its sheath beneath his scales. He reached between his legs and patted the soft scales gently. “Down boy.” He always had trouble thinking seriously when he was horny. He needed something that would bring them into his home to stay without alienating them, because the first step to attraction is comfort. He wouldn’t get anywhere if they weren’t comfortable around him. He covered his eyes with his paws and racked his brain for ideas. “Rooms for rent in beautiful town house?” He grinned and sat up, “That will do. “

  With the sign made and set up in a high traffic area in town, he cleaned up the place, making sure everything was clean and flowing. Once he got the small stream to run through the tiny clear channels in the floor the house was filled with a fresh rain smell, and the soft sound of running water was very soothing. Soon after placing the sign, several guests arrived of various species, and he turned away all the male and non-draconic. He was tempted by some of the more…attractive females of some species, but wanted to start with his own. Several weeks of rejection passed and Dorn found himself reading a book on female attraction. Rain pounded hard against the windows and the dark sky only promised more of the same for a long time. Laying on his belly, reading intently under the soft glow of several lamps, he learned about his most sought after companions. He had just reached a chapter on arousal, his tail flicking back and forth with excitement, when he heard a scratching at the door. His ears shot up at the sound, and he bounded out of bed and ran to the door on all fours. Regaining his composure, he stood and opened it, trying not to look desperate. At first all he could see was dark, cold rain pouring down, but then a soft whimper drew his gaze down.

  He was met eye to eye with a young female dragon, her scales a rich sapphire. She wore the traditional draconic attire, really nothing more than a loin cloth as long as your legs and worthy of royalty. She was absolutely drenched, and most of her was covered in a mixture of mud and blood. A quick scan of the path revealed that she must have dragged herself quite a distance to get here. Her face was very pale, and she was shivering badly. Even in her dirty, haggard state he found her hauntingly attractive. He picked her up in a hurry, slamming the door with his tail, and carried her to his chambers. He set her gently into the hot water of the natural springs under the waterfall and jumped nearly to the ceiling when she yelped. He quickly picked her back out and awaited an explanation. “H…h…hot.” She rasped weakly. She slowly adjusted to the temperature in the warm room and he set her back in. When he was sure she was going to be alright he ran to the kitchen and began to prepare hot red meat.

  After it was well seasoned and cooking, he ran back to find her totally submerged, trying to warm up. He picked up a soft sponge, slipped off his belt and cloth, and stepped into the pool with her. She surfaced slowly, moving as though she were moving through molten metal instead of water. She was still very pale, he wondered what had happened to her to force her to crawl at least half a mile. She just gazed at him with weary yet grateful blue eyes as he began to rub the filth from her body. He began with her face and neck, then down her back and breast. She shuddered slightly when he touched her smooth belly and he couldn’t help but be a little horny. Now he reached her belt, and began to get nervous. Glancing up at her only revealed that she wanted to be warmer, so he carefully unclipped it and slid it off, revealing tight panties that matched her soft skin in color. He simply stared for nearly a minute at the well formed cleft that pressed against the tight wet cloth, then she moved her legs slightly and the lips of her rose slipped just a bit, oddly this broke his trance, and he began to massage away the mud on her defined hips. That being done he looked into her eyes again, and was surprised to see her meet his gaze, he flushed deeply and looked away. He moved on to her legs and feet, noting her sharp claws. He was surprised again when she turned over onto her belly, her tail lifting gracefully up, wrapping around his neck. He slowly rubbed the long, slender length of her tail clean then moved to the tender, sensitive underside. It was a lighter sky blue then on her back, and it matched her belly. He thought it was no coincidence that these places were much softer and smoother.

  Finally done, she stepped out weakly on all fours and shook the water from her body in a single graceful motion. She walked slowly to his bed and laid down, facing him, and stared with her big deep sea eyes. He stepped out of the pool and saw her blush. To his horror, he had forgotten his feelings toward her, and his considerable pride had awoken and had become unsheathed. It now stood fully erect in front of a beautiful female who’s name he didn’t even know. He covered himself and ran back to the kitchen to fetch dinner and think. After some deep breathing, he contained himself and hoped she would forgive him flashing her after only knowing each other for about an hour. He took the roast out of the stone oven, and cut it in half, placing each on a plate. He returned to his chambers to find her reading the very book he put down to find her, and it was still on the chapter about arousal. “Embarrassment just piles up now doesn’t it?” he said, feeling his face growing warm again. She looked up and him and batted her oceanic eyes and spoke in a soft, harmonic voice, “Every female isn’t aroused by the same things you know, we are all unique.” Speechless, he walked over to her, sat down, and placed the meal in front of her. She rips into it with such vigor he spent most of the time watching her rip into it, blood dripping down her chin, always to be licked up by her long tongue before it could go any farther. He returned to the kitchen and brought back two large glasses of milk. Again he was amazed at the ferocious pace at which she gulped it down. Giving her a caring grin, he asked “Would you like anything else m lady?” Her face filled with purple and she said sheepishly, “I’m so sorry! I usually eat with more class, but I was just so hungry, they didn’t feed me at all!” She was leaning toward him on all fours, looking to be on the verge of tears. Dorn cocked his head to the side, “Who did this to you?” She sat on her haunches and wrapped her arms around herself, “I…I don’t think im ready to talk about it yet.” She looks down at the ground, her tail curled around her. Dorn reached out with his hand and gently stroked her cheek, whispering, “It’s all right, tell me when you’re ready.” After he finished eating, Dorn put the dish’s away and returned to her. She looked sad again and he began to summon his courage for what he was about to do. She looked up at him, a single tear making a tiny river down her muzzle. He suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips. She recoiled slightly, a look of pure surprise etched on her furiously blushing face. Dorn could see in her eyes that she deeply wanted this, but something was resisting, he planned to remove it.

  He pressed his lips against hers again, and this time she pressed back, letting her tongue explore this time. The end of her tail curled around his own, then she broke the embrace and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face was still a strong shade of indigo, she giggled, then said, “I don’t even know your name and you already swept me off my feet, I thought I was better then that.” He simply swam in the vast pools of her eyes. “I am Ester” He scooted closer to her, now feeling her legs against his own, then replied, “And I am Dornhal, but just call me Dorn.” She gave him a soft yet mischievous smile, showing the silver tips of her sharp canines. ‘A great pleasure to meet you Dorn, fate must have brought me to you instead of another human’s foul abode.’ Her smile fades and is replaced by a forlorn look of deep sadness. “Indeed, you must be very tired after such an ordeal, feel free to stay as long as you like.” Broken from the obviously disturbing memories, she smiles again, turning her head to the side and winking playfully at him. ‘I am, and thank you…im still cold though, my muscles seem to be slow to warm…’ She breaks their embrace and lies down on the huge cushion, spreading out across the velvet. Dorn crawled up next to her and sat down asking, “Shall I massage your cold away?” She raises an eyebrow, but smiles. ‘Of course.’

  He begins to slowly rub her breast and belly, loving the way her soft, smooth skin feels beneath his fingertips. As he messages her legs and neck and tail, his pride unsheathes itself and fails to let its owner know again. When he reaches her blue panties again, he hesitates, but even before he can look up she says softly; ‘Don’t worry, I owe you something for helping me don’t I?’ His hand involuntarily settles between her legs, feeling the thin cloth, and the soft, warm bloom of her rose beneath it. He begins to gently rub, and she spreads her legs to allow him easier access. As he rubs the warming bloom, he can feel it growing moist. She moans softly, and he slips her panties off in one quick movement. Her rose is a much darker blue than any other part of her body, and was glistening with a silvery fluid. His fingers gently touched the blossom of it, making her mew softly. It was softer than anything he had ever felt, and very, very warm. His pride quivers with anticipation and ecstasy as he presses slightly deeper into the slimy petals. They part as his fingers push against them, and a thin stream of alarmingly silver fluid trickles down between her legs and onto the underside of her tail. She moans as his fingers slip slowly and carefully inside. With her head back, trying to relax, she stares out through the skylight at the still pounding rain and whispers, “Be gentle with those claws male.” Dorn responds by pushing deeper, making her flex her hips and belly with pleasure, he grins and says, “Don’t worry, I will.” His marauding fingers slide deeper into her hot and unbelievably soft slit, a small squirt of clear liquid dribbling out from his quivering rod. As he moves deeper still he feels a small appendage, and is momentarily confused. He asks, “What is this Ester?” She looks down at him, bemused. “Its my cli…!!!” Her back arches and a series of soft mewing sounds erupt from her shocked mouth, as he gently strokes her clit.

  She writhes and squirms as he gently squeezes her sensitive clit. His tail wraps tightly around hers, and he must pause a minute to breath. His heart is pounding so hard he can feel his hot blood pounding through his veins. “How does it fe…” she grabs his cock in her soft paws and licks the drip of fluid off the tip, making him gasp with surprise. His fingers are still inside the wet bloom of her rose when she whispers; “No more words male, just lose yourself in me and make me forget these terrible memories! I don’t want you to stop until I am able to look back on this night and remember it only by the throbbing of your pride buried deep inside me, dipping into my essence!” He shuts up, smiles at her, and leans down, his lips again meeting hers, contouring to them like they were two parts of a long lost set. Her long tongue slips into his mouth, becoming entwined with his own, as if they were another pair of serpents in the passion of the moment. He closes his eyes and lets his mind run free as his fingers dip deeper still into her sopping rose. He pulls them out for a second, rubbing the sensitive skin around her slit, before slipping in again, always making sure to give her clit a long stroke. As the pleasure rose, she spread her elegant wings out along the bed, and wrapped her arms around him again, pulling him closer against her body. It felt so warm and smooth to him, so inviting, like he could lie like this forever. The wind outside howls menacingly, sending the rain pounding at the windows with chilling force. Yet inside with a fire going and the heat from their own fiery bodies intertwined in erotic passion, it was very warm and quiet inside, aside from their own moans and mewing.

  She let out a long shuddering sigh as he removed his fingers from her body, thin streams of silver fluid trailed from them. He slid ran them up here burning blue belly and along her well muscled breast, before positioning himself between here thighs. She tensed for what was about to enter her body for the first time. Dorn pushed his pride against the soft bud of her rose. He began to kiss and lick the tender underside of her neck as he slowly, gently pushed inside her. The petals of her bloom parted eagerly at his pressuring, and a small gush of her silvery slime trickled out around his throbbing maleness, dripping down, turning her deep navy blue underside into a series of shiny channels. She began to whimper and hiss with lust, gripping the folds of velvet on the bed in her paws and stretching out to her bodies’ extent. Dorn pushed deeper, deeper, making her body spasm with bliss. He could feel the small swell of her clit slide against his swollen pride as he slipped down into her. It was so silky and smooth inside her, as well as very warm and dripping with her glossy juices. He never dreamed it would feel so good wrapped tightly around his honor.

  She whined and spread her legs out further, wrapping them around her lovers waist. Her bud slid open more, revealing the darker, softer violet colored stem beneath Dornhals wet pride. She pulled him toward her with her legs, driving him down into her puddle of glistening silver. As the head of his pride bore down into the creamy substance that coated her rose, it pressed lightly against the entrance to her womb. Then it began to penetrate, slowly, gently he slipped into her. She couldn’t take it anymore, her body was screeching at her with the hot blades of lust, driving them through the very fiber of her being. She flipped him onto his back and pulled up, sliding him out of her and sending her pool of cum flowing down onto his belly and covering his pride with shining fluid. She pushed down, drilling him up into her again, her body shaking with pleasure. He begins to snarl as she ravages his pride again and again, every thrust moving him closer and closer to a climax. She wraps her arms around him and pulls tightly against him. He notices that she is breathing hard now, her beautiful, muscled blue breast rhythmically rising and falling with her labored panting. He is too aroused to even notice his own fatigued state. They pause for a moment, both of them panting, their tongues hanging out slightly. They simply gaze into each other’s eyes, snouts touching, bodies and minds bound firmly together.

  Their thoughts are overrun with yearning for the more carnal physical instincts, and the hunger for the instincts is unbearable. They rush back into the profound passion of predatory love, rolling around on the bed, snarling and shivering with voracious bliss. Their claws dig into each other’s bodies, just hard enough to draw blood. Fluids mix and drip from between their intense sexual helix and they can both feel the final pinnacle of lust growing quickly. She snarls with contempt, but finally gives in to him, letting his strength overcome her. He lays on top of her, still plunging deep into her womb, when suddenly she stops growling and opens her eyes. There eyes meet, and for a single moment everything was perfect.

  He drives his pride into her one last time, and is rewarded with an overdose of ecstasy. He inhales sharply, and roars. Hot seed gushes from him, splattering the tender insides of her rose. She found her voice and howled with him, her own body expelling a stream of silver liquid. Their combined discharge made slimy silver juices squirt out around his cock, and their wails of euphoria reverberated for nearly a full minute. They both lay panting from fatigue, with Dorn lying atop Ester, his head resting on her neck. Dorn flicked his tail, a spark snapping out from the tip. The lamps in the room flickered out and soothing darkness covered them. Dornhal looked up, meeting Esters soft gaze. “Thank you Dornhal…” She licks his snout a single time, and he lays his head down onto her breast. He lets out a final, long sigh, and closes his eyes, letting the calming sound of the rain and her beating heart carry him away into the night. Ester lays there for a while, stroking his head gently, her body still tingling from their sex, then she too drifts away to the smell of the rain and the feeling of a warm body against her.
End of Act 1

////////ACT 2\\\\\\\\\\\

  A flash of lightning and a thunderclap startles Ester from her rest. She was awake instantly, and suddenly afraid. Her breathing hastened, and her heart began to pound, her eyes darted about the room looking for things that were not there. It was short lived, as she still felt and smelled Dornhal lying against her naked body, still inside her. She tried to relax, but the memories of nights past still haunted her. Dornhal was still very much asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. Very carefully she rolled over, putting him below her. By gently pulling up, his pride slid easily out of her, sending slimy tendrils of fluid trickling out of her rose. She shuddered slightly at the twinge of pleasure that shot up her spine. He stirred a bit but simply rolled over on his side, his pride retracting into its sheath naturally. Smiling, she remembering the wonderful night he had given her. Her body was still tingling and a little weak from his mating with her. She walked slowly over to the hot spring under the waterfall, feeling the new sensation of warm liquids flowing around inside her, still hot. She stepped carefully into the hot water, letting the steaming waters sooth away her aches. It felt good to lie on her back and let the gentle waterfall rinse her clean. The falls flow tickled the sensitive petals of her open bloom, and she giggled quietly at the feeling. Dornhal mumbles something in his sleep about carpeting the floor of his room in grass and she has to stifle gentle laughter. Turning on her side, she tries her best to get some sleep, so she can be ready for him in the morning…

  She tossed and turned in the night, but was unable to let herself drift off. Letting out a long pouty sigh, she sat up in the steamy water, shivering at the sudden movement of the still hot seed inside her. Her eyes fall upon Dornhal, still sleeping so peacefully and deeply upon his cushion bed, so many deep mixed emotions running through her young mind. Love, lust, passion, all hot and dripping. She can feel herself growing warm and engorged, wanting to feel him inside her again. Standing and shaking off the water is all she can manage to avoid dipping her fingers into her own oozing blossom to stroke and squeeze her hot red urge away. Its maddening, her hormones, mixed with her supernatural urge to mate that all Dragons possess, were making it hard to think. Sure, she could pounce on him, and force him up into her slimy mound, and she had no doubt he would love every second of it, but she was of royalty, she needed to control her carnal instincts better. Her paws come up to her burning cheeks, embarrassed at her body’s behavior even though she was the only one awake. She gets down on all fours, and walks about the room a bit, her elegant form swaying and her chiseled hips swinging up and down in such a teasing, sexual way, she couldn’t help it right now. She crawls up to the bed and places her front paws gently on his neck, then leans in and kisses his lips softly and deeply, pleasantly surprised to find that his reaction was to ~not~ wake up. He simply moans in soft pleasure and moves around a bit on the giant pillow. Her tail curls tightly around her waist, trying to resist the steamy urges between her thighs. Walking toward the door, she tries desperately to place her mind on purer thoughts. Once out of his room, she notes a suit of samurai armor on one wall, looking very intimidating. She walks slowly up to it, sniffing it lightly, the smell of oils and well kept metal fill her nostrils. Moving on down the hallway, her mind begins to calm, the utter beauty of the house washing over her and leaving a sense of wonder and awe in place of the raging sexual fantasies flooding her feminine form.

  This was short lived, as she walked out into the garden, all the nature around her made her needs grow and she laid down next to a tree in the soft grass, breathing heavily. She was shaking now, fluid dripping out of her slowly and coating the grass in it, her soft moans heard by none. Unable to stand it anymore she lays on her back and lets her tail lay out onto the ground. Her legs spread, and her paws slide down her body to her dripping slit. Its already parted and glistening with silvery liquid, giving off a very strong scent of arousal. She blushes furiously, feeling so dirty and watched, knowing that if any animal were around it would know she was in a heat like state at the moment. Ester begins by parting the extremely soft petals of her bloom with two fingers, then massages the wet folds of flesh delicately. The shocks of pleasure shoot up through her, making her gasp and wiggle about on the ground. Why? Why did she feel this way? She can never remember being so aroused. Sure when she was younger, and had come of age her body had let her know it was changing, but that was years ago, and had never been this strong.

  She lets out a long sigh, recalling when he had first felt the deep heat of arousal fill her young virgin womb…how she had hid away in a quiet place, breathing hard, not knowing what to do. Until she had touched herself for the first time, as her mother had told her weeks before. She shudders, her fingers slipping about along her moist petals, milking the silver fluid from her body. She remembered how it felt, the sheer pleasure that shot through her as she dipped her fingers inside herself for the first time. How she had sat, slightly curled on the floor, pleasuring herself for hours and hours, until there was a puddle of her liquids beneath her, and she was exhausted, and had slept in the bath for half a day to recover. A sharp inhale is heard as she pinches her clit between her fingers, rubbing it slowly, feeling warm nectar ooze out onto her claws. Oh, how she had tried to deny that the puddle of nectar was her own, though her mother’s Draconic nose had easily figured that her daughter had finally found herself. How red she had blushed and swore that it wasn’t hers, but her mother had taken young Ester into her arms and told her how natural it was, how normal, and how relieved she had felt then. She squirmed about on the ground, the grass under her glistening silver as she began to lose herself. She could feel her canal tightening, her breath caught in her throat, hot fluid squirting out, turning the grass silver and steaming, the cool night air making her shiver a bit now that the heat of arousal was draining out between her legs. Moaning softly, her claws digging at the ground, tail going rigid for a moment. Blushing, she slowly got to her feet, her legs shaking a bit, trying to calm herself before she returned to bed. Only using her paw, she wipes the nectar from her bloom and tail, and regains her elegant composure, sneaking back into Dornhal’s room, and snuggling in next to him. She drifts off easily, his warm, slender form pressed against her.

  As they sleep, a pair of deliciously green human eyes watched them through the window from her tree branch perch. One hand on her hip, a finger sliding slowing up and down her stiletto, the other hand holding the branch gently. She is wearing nothing more than a black, tight fitting robe, showing off her curves while allowing her the utmost silence in her movements. Her face was covered, a facemask and veil completely hiding her face. Her name was Keeshe, and she was an assassin. Keeshe slipped from her branch, landing without a sound. She slinked around the building a few times, low to the ground, hiding in the shadows. When she was absolutely sure the house was unguarded, she climbed up one of the walls, easily scaling it up to the roof. Crawling on all fours, she moves to the middle of the house, silently dropping down into the garden, looking around quickly, intensely aware of her surroundings. Entering the house, she put out each of the oil lamps she came across, darkening the house, until finally, she reached his room. She even stopped breathing for a moment, peaking into the room, looking upon the two sleeping Dragons. Her hand still stroking her stiletto, her target in sight, but before she could enter the room, Dornhal stirred. Keeshe slipped from sight immediately, hiding behind one of the sliding doors. Dornhal yawned softly, carefully moving out from under Ester and walking off the cushion. Sadly for Keeshe, Dornhal could hear and smell her easily, he could tell many things by her smell alone. She was about 19, wore no kind of perfume, though her natural scent was seductive and light. He frowned at some of the things he noticed about her, walking over to the waterfall and splashing his face for a moment to wake up. Keeshe, her heart pounding now, her mind racing to find a way out, moved as quietly and quickly as she could back to the garden, hiding behind one of the large oak trees, holding her hand over her heart, fear in her eyes, but it lasted only a moment. “I won’t fear this beast, it is nothing but my prey, and I will kill it, I won’t fail the Sisters.” Dornhal watched her with a smirk from the branch above, only a few feet from her.

  This was not the first time someone had tried to kill him, but this was the only female so far, and the first time one so young and inexperienced had attempted such a feat. He slinked down the tree, using his claws to move slowly toward her until his muzzle was inches from her ear. He whispered, very sensually; “It seems a young maiden has been sent to kill me….” She jumped with such a start, stifling a scream, barely. Her blade in hand almost immediately she whirled around, and with a primal screech, she drove the stiletto into his neck with all her strength. The thin blade snapped off like a twig, not even scratching his rune covered scales. He laughed, jumping off the tree onto her, pinning her to the ground. She goes down with a yelp, his sharp claws digging into her arms and legs. She squirmed and growled angrily, the hate in her eyes burning. “Get off me you beast! Get the hell off me!!!” Dornhal just smiled, his long silver fangs glinting in the moonlight. “Tell me girl, wh-“ “My name is Keeshe you bastard!” He paused, taking a moment to admire her spirit. “What do you think you are doing here? Trying to kill me? A Rune Dragon?” She calms just a bit, still breathing hard, her voice soft and sinister, full of venom. “I will slay you Dragon, I will not fail the Sisterhood!”

  Dornhal sighs, looking her over, taking note of her slender body, obviously malnourished. He runs a paw slowly down her body, then around her, feeling all the way down her back to her bottom, being gentle and careful with his touch, but she still cringed and snarled, even once trying to bite him. Her breasts were subtle but perky, her butt equally small, but she had a kind of feral, animalistic beauty, as a young wolf that may have been mistreated and not fed enough. He rips off her hood and mask, and places one silver claw on her neck, slowly drawing it down, cutting through the thin black cloth. “W-what do you think you are doing?!?! Get your disgusting paws off me!” He just chuckles, the tight cloth ripping and parting easily. “Young Keeshe, you should know that a Rune Dragon has never been killed. Now, I can smell that your untouched….a young virgin….but why?” For a moment, she just growls at him, gritting her teeth, before finally speaking. “The Sisterhood will never give in to the lusts of men, the sick thoughts in their heads are nothing!” He chuckles again, releasing her arms and legs and instead, straddling her hips, just low enough for her to feel the underside of his tail pressing warmly against her slit. She snarls and tries to get free, struggling furiously, her face red with anger. It was all for null, he was far too strong, and her furious effort only left her tired, panting. “Now now, I think you need a lesson…a young female such as yourself must know that you have your own needs….and your own lusts that must be fulfilled….satisfied….” She screams at him in fury; “NO! I won’t give in to any male! All they do is grope and pinch and hit!” Dornhal frowned a bit, looking rather concerned. “What do you mean little one? Have you had bad experiences?” She makes a puffy, haughty face, still very angry. “Do you want to know what my last male experience was? He pushed me against a wall, grabbed my breasts, and squeezed.” She shuddered, the pain of the experience obvious in her eyes. “His hands were so rough, so hard, it hurt….it left bruises…big purple and black ones…then he forced a his rough fingers up between my…” She pauses, looking away from his eyes, her anger being replaced with the pain of the memory. “I-I-It hurt….it hurt more than anything I have ever felt…t-the look on his face….s-s-so sick…the glee…” Keeshe bit her lip, her head turned to the side. “Then I stabbed him…right in the neck, and he pulled his fingers out…but I kept stabbing him, again and again, until I was covered in his blood…I remember how hot and sticky it felt, covering my body… He grinned at that, again admiring her inner fire. “Young Keeshe…” Dornhal places a warm paw on her cheek and turned her back to catch his gaze. “I am a gentle spirit, I won’t hurt you…I don’t want bad experiences to ruin the rest of your life.” Keeshe looked a bit like a lonely child now, trying to avoid his gaze, not used to being talked to so kindly. “Why are you doing this to me? J-Just stop…let me go!” He sighs heavily, slowly stroking her cheek. “Miss Keeshe…you came into my house with the intent to kill me, having failed that, I retain my right to do anything I want to you. And yet, I have chosen to ~help~ you, instead of exacting my revenge.” She scoffs, giving him a pouty face, still stubborn as ever.