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Rated it 16 because of sex scenes (yes I know I shouldn't but it didn't quite work without them :S) Please be nice, but I'm not sure i shall be finishing this story. 
The day was growing late. Sre still wandered through the woods outside the town she'd grown up in. She wasn't too sure what she was doing out here, but it was better than wandering the streets. She'd done that when she was 7 years old, she had no intentions of doing it again. Her employer had rather foricibly thrown her out of the Dancing Pig Tavern where she'd been working for him since she was about 11. He had made his desire to take her to his bed very clear. In return, she had made her distain for the ass just as clear. Now, she had nothing but the clothes she wore to call her own.
The summer berries were just getting ripe. Sre stopped near a small stream, picking a handful of half ripe berries to quell the rumblings in her stomach. Grimacing at the tart flavor, she knelt over to scoop some water into her mouth.
A swift black shadow blotted out the sky for just a second, the deafening sound of wingbeats making her dive down under the bushes in reflex. She looked up in time to see a giant black dragon wing over her and disappear low over the trees. Just a short distance away, she heard loud honking, barking, and roars, along with human shouts as the dragon landed. Curiousity gripped Sre and she couldn't resist the thought of taking a peek. Hopping over the creek, she climbed up the bank and a little deeper into the woods where the sounds grew louder and louder.
Squirming inbetween some bushes, Sre peered out at a large clearing. Ringed in a semi circle were about a dozen dragons. On the other side of the clearing, where Sre was squatting, were the same number of small tents. In the furthest corner there was a slightly larger tent. Sre's breath caught in her throat for a moment at the massive black beast that sat near the tent. It was perhaps the biggest dragon she'd ever imagined, bigger by far than any of the others in the clearing. However, by it's shiny black horns and massive impressive crown that the horns curved around and the various other spikes and spines on the dragon's massive, broad head, she could tell it was a male, which was a very rare sight. Among the others, all the females were a far bit larger than the males, but the black one was easily two of the largest females that she could see. And yet he was not tied down like the others.
The ground vibrated under Sre's feet. She held back a gasp in surprise as a dragon was led right past her. The soldier walked past her without noticing she was there, a chain in his hands. The chain was attached to a bridle around the head of an odd looking dragoness. Lanky, long, more snake like than the others, she lacked a crown, though had tall, swirling ivory horns. Rusty red in color, her sides had some purple branding. While the soldier had not noticed sre, the dragoness turned its head, looking straight down at Sre with a snort.
Her heart skipped a beat, thinking the dragon would give away her position as it lowered its head to peer more closely at the human it could smell but not see. The soldier tried to tug at his dragon, but the massive animal ignored his hint. Sre heard him ask the dragon what it was looking at, all the while hoping the dragon would lose interest and move on. As if the dragon had heard her thoughts, its head snapped forward and it started away, startling its rider. He quickly led her across the field toward the giant black brute, covered in scars and obviously well trained. While the other males honked and pulled at their leads, the black one sat quietly, watching the female with an intensity that easily cowed her. She put up no fight when he started a mating ritual.
Soldiers stood nearby, chatting while the dragons did their thing. Sre, however, was none too interested in the process of dragon reproduction. With a sigh, she decided to head off. There was no telling what would happen should the soldiers find her spying on them. They might feed her to the dragons. She had heard stories of such things happening. Whether it was true or not, she didn't know, but she figured it was best not to find out.
As she slowly withdrew from the bushes, she let out a short cry as she tripped over something. She landed on her rump, looking at a pair of knee high black leather boots. She threw her head back to look up at a man who blocked the sun. The cruel spikes on his broad shoulders, the horned helm, and the golden trimmed cloak caused her heart to skip a beat. It was the commander! With a whimper, she turned quickly, trying to gain her feet to flee. It just had to be her luck that the commander would find her.
Before she could take a step, she heard the creak and hiss of his black dragonscale armor, felt his black leather gloved hand grip her hair, jerking her up and back against the commander's body. With a sob in pain, Sre instinctively reached up and grabbed his strong wrist. He pulled her head back to be able to look at her better. He was very tall, she noticed as he held her against his chest.
"Spying on my troops, are you, wench? Perhaps you've an appointment with one of my men?" His accent was that of the Eastern Plains people, deep and intoxicating, even through the helm.
Letting out a whimper of fear, Sre tried to squirm, but he jerked her hair back harder, those black eyes that stared at her through the slit in the helm were cold and hard and unrelenting. With a shiver, Sre stuttered, "N-No, sir! I-I was just hungry, s-sir. I-I was g-going to..."
"Steal from my camp? Than it is better that I found you rather any of my men." With his other hand, he tilted his head, pulling the helm off. His face was thin, hard, and angular, his lips thin, straight black hair hanging to just the tip of his ears which arched up into small points. Those eeire black eyes of his had a strange light to them as they flicked, looking down her body.
She didn't need to read minds to know what was on his. It wasn't even a matter that he was by far stronger than her. He was military and a commander of a talon. She was just some peasant, homeless and pennyless. He didn't need his strength against her. By his very social stature he could take what he wanted, when he wanted, in any way he wanted. The military was the law of the land, she had no right to refuse him and he knew it very well.
"I-I was just looking at the dragons, s-sir! I swear it! P-Please, I...."
His lips cut her off. His intensity caused her knees to buckle under her, but his grip on her did not relent, holding her up to the onslaught of his lips. He had a punishing kind of lust, but with just enough tenderness that she realized she couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or not.
In the near distance, they could hear the dragons finally mating. It was noisy business, the female roaring and screeching, the male grunting and growling. At the start of the sounds, the commander withdrew from his kiss, looking out over to the camp as if in some concern. It would be his dragon mating with the female. Sre could tell the black brute was his by his custom black armor, made from the smaller scales of his dragon. They hissed together as he moved, the soft leather they were fused to probably both warm and comfortable.
He looked back down at Sre with a nonchalant expression. She whimpered again, still clinging to his wrist to try and prevent any further pain. She jerked slightly when she felt the touch of the soft black leather gloved hand touch her face gently, slowly moving down her slender neck, hovering over her pounding pulse. He opened his mouth to speak but another voice interrupted him.
"Hey, Commander Roscrow! Your dragon's had his fun. Where are you?" A soldier pushed through the bushes.
The commander's deep voice rose to call back. "I'll deal with him soon enough." Then he lowered into a growl when the soldier still moved toward them. "Leave me to my privacy. I'm sure you have duties to attend to."
The soldier stopped a moment before turning to head back into camp. "Yessir." His voice had the hint of a knowing sarcasm.
Now the commander looked back at Sre. She had turned her blue eyes away from his intense black ones, thinking it was best if she submitted to him. He obviously had no intention of letting her go; she just hoped that whatever it was he was going to do to her would not be painful. Speculations of all methods of possible torture flooded her mind at that thought, suddenly making tears spring to her eyes, though she fought hard to keep them from falling. Last thing she needed was to act like a sobbing little homeless street wench.
With a small sigh, the commander suddenly released her hair. Instead, he grasped her shoulders, holding her firmly before him. Sre lowered her head in submission, and despite her efforts, a tear rolled down her cheek. "Well, you know my name. It is only fair I learn yours." His accented voice was gentle, low, soothing.
"S-Sre, s-sir," she whimpered, sniffling. In a surprising act of tenderness, the commander gently wiped away her tear which caused her to glance up at him.
"Have men hurt you before, dear Sre?" he asked kindly. When she shook her head, he raised an eyebrow. He released her shoulder to stroke her long amber hair.
An ancient instinct of survival, something so deep and unignorable, spurred her next action. Her foot flew up, knocking the commander across the knee with enough force to cause him to grunt and topple over. Stunned for just a moment, Sre wasted no time in fleeing. She ran with all her endurance, which granted wasn't much. She'd gone only a short way but she was already out of breath, and she had to stop and lean against a tree. Gasping, her heart pounding, she nearly missed the sound of Roscrow right behind her. Adrenaline gave her a second wind and she took off again, thinking briefly that this is how a doe feels when she is being hunted. As she thought about it, she lost her footing on a root and stumbled to the ground. A brief pain shot through her ankle, stunning her for a moment.
Before she could stand and continue her flight, that same iron hand gripped her hair, jerking her head back, eliciting a cry of pain from Sre as Roscrow dragged her over to a patch of moss. "I was going to be gentle, but you just got me pretty damn mad. Now if you just behave yourself for the rest of the time, I just might leave you some clothing to put back on by the end of this, bitch!" He snarled as he threw her onto the moss. She tried to crawl away, but he fell to his knees and put his arm around her waist, wrenching her back against him. She felt his gender stab against her bottom. She turned to claw at him in desperation, but was met with his short sword against her throat as he leaned forward, his body poised over hers.
She scuttled back in fear, her eyes wide, but when she felt her back bump into a tree, she gave a low sob. Roscrow stood and came toward her, his sword shining in the thin stream of light that filtered down from the setting sun. Tears sprang to her eyes and she cringed against the tree, squeezing her eyes shut, expecting any moment to feel the cold metal slicing her throat. She heard him kneel down in front of her, felt his hot breath against her ear, making her shudder. "Now what did I say about behaving, wench?" She couldn't move as his sword slid slowly down the middle of her chest, slicing through her blouse expertly, leaving no mark on her skin even though she could feel the tip of the blade, a warning for her to stay still.
Roscrow used his blade to move the thin cloth to the side, looking at her body. Sre gave a sob. She tried to turn to get on her feet, but Roscrow's hand reached behind her head and took hold of her hair, jerking her head back yet again, laying his sword against her throat, its touch light but deadly.
"P-Please don't kill me!" Sre blurted out in a trembling voice, her only thought on getting out of this alive.
Roscrow drew closer to her until she could feel the heat of him, even through his armor. "Then behave yourself." His whisper in her ear had as much of a blade to it as his sword. She felt his hand on her, his touch burning against her cold damp skin, her sweat chilled on her in the cooling air. Shivering, she could do nothing as his hand, which had released her hair, reached into her skirt and explored her, touching her intimately. The tiniest sound came out of her throat, and she thought she saw a hint of a smile on his stern face. A moment later, she felt his fingers slip into her and she struggled, giving a low cry of pain.
Before he could say anything, she aimed her foot at his jaw, though he jerked back in time for it to only glance off the side of his face. Stunned for just a second, he gave a growl that froze Sre in mid escape. Now he was really mad. She was on her knees, trying to get to her feet, but the power of his anger made her stop and cringe. She was about to cover her head to prevent him from pulling her hair again, but Roscrow instead grabbed both her wrists, having dropped his sword, and twisted her arms behind her back. He shoved her forward and laid her wrists between her shoulder blades. She cried out in pain, but he pushed her harder against the scratchy moss, and she knew he was in the perfect position to break both her arms. Either she quit struggling or she would wish she were dead.
She lay under him, trembling and sobbing, but finally subdued. She could feel him moving as he removed his groin guard. She closed her eyes, expecting... she didn't really know, but she figured it was going to be painful. He pulled her skirt down, exposing her pale, round rump. His fingers gently moved away the folds of skin that hid the small organ that she had never paid much attention to til now. His touch was that of an expert, someone who knew exactly what he was doing. His fingers were callused from years of holding sword and shield, as well as reigns of dragons and horses, but he knew how to use that roughness to his advantage.
It really didn't take long for a warm tingling sensation to slowly make its way up into Sre's belly, causing her to squirm. She didn't know why his touch felt good, wondered if it was some kind of trick. A small moan left her before she could stop it and she heard Roscrow make a sound of humor. It was a cold humor, one without any care for her, and it scared her.
She suddenly bucked, trying to dislodge him while his guard was down, but he was ready the moment she had tensed. "Damn it, girl. Don't you know when to quit?" he growled. He pushed down on her wrists hard, making her feel more like her back would snap, not her arms. She then felt the head of his member press against her. He was angry and he wasn't going to waste anymore time doing what he wanted to do.
"Please, sir," Sre pleaded between sobs. "I-I wasn't going to steal, I was just looking at the dragons. Please, oh please, sir, don't do this. Please...!"
Sre's words were cut short as she felt his length press into her. She cried out in a bit of pain, squirming uncomfortably. He pressed her harder, warning her to stay still. His movements were slow, purposeful. She could feel him tremble as he just barely contained himself from ramming into her. Ever so gently, he pressed through the barrier of her innocence, making her whimper in defeat. She wriggled under him, her arms hurting in the position he forced them in. But he didn't seem to notice as he moved faster and harder, eventually taking her as he chose.
She heard him gurgle in pleasure, felt the cold metal of his leg armor strike her ass again and again as his pace quickened. He moved with a tilt to his powerful thrusts, and soon Sre began to feel an odd warm feeling creep into her belly, slowly spreading through her. She realized that his free hand was gently rubbing her clit in time with his thrusts. The bud was soon throbbing and aching for his touch, but he teased her when he felt her move, trying to get him to touch her more. She still tried to resist his gentle persuasion but the primal sounds erupted from her throat. She moaned and panted, straining to feel more. The moss rubbed against her nipples, making them tingle and rise. She could hear him give a small chuckle when she whimpered unintelligibly her desire.
Sre began to feel a pleasant ache in her belly and she didn't understand the feeling. It continued to grow and fill her consciousness until her body was wracked with convulsions, pleasure so intense she felt like she would surely explode. She cried out, whimpering and moaning, unable to express herself in words. She continued to quiver, even as Roscrow slowed to allow the spasms to pass. When he quickened, she felt him tremble as if he were holding himself back, his breathing labored. His powerful thrusts pushed him deeply into her, leaving her breathless and panting heavily.
Yet again she felt her body begin to tingle and tighten. As he moved just perfectly, she felt her belly swell with the pleasure until she was sure it was going to burst any second. But then Roscrow stopped. Trembling, so near to bliss she wanted to cry, Sre squirmed, grinding her hips, confused. She tried to talk, but could barely get out a few whimpers. She felt the vibration of his laughter as he bent over her. He suddenly released her wrists and pulled her up against him, resuming his movements slowly at first, agonizyingly slow. His hands traveled up Sre's thin body, taking advantage of her position. His rough, strong fingers expertly manipulated her hardened nipples, making her cry out in unexplainable pleasure. She tried desperately to get him to go faster, but he continued to move slow, purposeful. Just when she thought she'd go crazy with the nearness of Heaven, he grinned behind her and rammed her just right, tweaking her nipples at the same time. She very nearly screamed as she felt her body consumed by the pleasure, completely and utterly lost in the intensity of the orgasm. She couldn't stop herself from begging for more, trembling under him.
Sre felt him chuckle more than heard him this time. He bent over her, his hot breath against her ear making her shudder along the full length of her spine. "Be careful what you wish for." Sre sobbed with the pleasure as he quickened, his muscles straining. He gripped her hips, pulling her back into his thrusts, sheathing himself entirely within her. It took little time at all before Sre felt the sea of bliss close in over her head again, but this time, she heard Roscrow groan deeply, his body quivering against her. They were both panting, their skin shining with perspiration. Slowly, Roscrow slipped out of Sre, causing her to shiver with memory. With a grunt he sat back against a tree trunk, replacing his groin guard before reaching out to Sre, trying to pull her to his lean, hard body.
For a moment, caution forced its way into Sre's mind, and she tried to resist Roscrow's gentle hands, drawing away from him, thinking of how she had just been so used. He rasied a brow at her. "I'd hate for you to catch a cold." His voice was very low, husky, rumbling, almost with a hint of caring. With a little shiver, Sre finally gave in. She leaned against him, her head resting comfortably against his chest, the scales of his armor warm. She sighed and closed her eyes, listening to his heartbeat, knowing that what she did was dangerous. He didn't care about her. He had only done everything for his own pleasure more than for hers. But she couldn't help feeling safe in his arms, even if for a few moments. One arm held her close to his warmth as the night chill descended upon them, the other hand stroked her hair soothingly. She barely remembered him pulling his cloak over them as she drifted off to sleep along with the sun.
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It was only a matter of short time that the sun would shine down on Sre's naked body. She opened her eyes, realizing where she was. She sat up, looking around. There was no sign of the commander. He had slipped away in the night, leaving her to her fate. With a heavy feeling of dejection, she searched for her clothing. Her raggy skirt was still intact. Picking up her blouse, she headed over to the small creek to clean herself up. Putting her clothes back on, holding her blouse together, she figured the only thing she had left was to return to the Dancing Pig Tavern and pray Jeboc was in a forgiving and gracious mood.
She went the back way, coming around the barn to head up the back door. With a sigh, she knocked. Sure enough, the pot belly pig of a man himself opened the door, glaring down at her. "Well, well, what've we here? Tangled hair and torn clothes? And ye come crawling back to me! Ha!"
"Please, Jeboc..." Sre started, but the cruel grin that crept over his ugly face made her shiver.
"Ye know, ye stormed outta here without ever paying me back fer my generousity! Ye've wracked up quite the bill staying here fer free these last 9 years." His grin only got bigger at her incredulous expression. "Don't suppose ye've got the kind of money to pay me back, do ya?"
Bile rose in Sre's throat as the realization of his words struck her. Before she could answer, he chuckled in a manner that caused all the hairs along her neck to stand on end, her skin crawling with disgust and fear. "I didn't think ye did. And I'm sure ye know what that means." His thick, meaty hand grabbed her slender throat before she could pull away. He dragged her into the tavern as he stepped back. The back door led into his bedroom, and he turned, throwing Sre at his bed. "Ye're my slave now!"
