Chapter 1 - Finster the Dachshund

Finster shifts slightly on the spot where she kneels beside the dragon's massive throne.  The chain holding her captive in his proximity whispers metallically across her shoulder. The reminder of his dominion and resulting attentions stokes a fire in her belly and the undersides of her ears flush red as she recalls the vigor with which he took her virginity. 
 
Peering up at his majestic form, the dachshund's left paw wanders to her breast and rubs thoughtfully. Her eyelids slowly close and re open and with a sigh she lowers her gaze once again to the  floor before the dais on which they rest.
 
The dragon sits quietly as he stares stoically into the middle distance, the sounds of his court murmuring just beyond the massive curtain that separated the throne from the rest of the massive atrium.  Other than his Favored, the pup by his side, the curtained room was softly echoing with the sound of a harp, played by a white mare suspended above them in a cage.  His mind was alive with thought, whirling as it often does with his duties, plans and the occasional telepathic dialogue from his children.  
 
It was Finster's quiet sigh that caused those glowing, golden eyes to blink.  She was quiet, but the subtle spike of pleasure she allowed herself cried out even louder to the Emperor.  He cast his gaze side-long at her, his massive paw defying gravity as it floated towards her.  As it eclipsed her, the heat would bear down on the skin beneath her fur.  A single, sharp claw would crawl along her jaw line, peeking her gaze towards him.
 
He said nothing, but he relished in her reaction as his fingers slid to the back of her neck and squeezed, the heavy leather of his hot palm radiating his heavenly inner fire straight into her spine.
 
The dog's lovely chest heaved and seemed to swell and her lips parted as she drew in a long sensuous breath at his touch. Liquid dark green eyes turned up to meet his gaze. 
 
"Majesty", she breathed lustily but then trailed off and bit her lip suddenly as if regretting breaking the magic of the moment. Her eyes fell only slightly but then raised again as a soft smile lightened her countenance. 
 
"What do you wish of me, Majesty?", she asked, her sweet tone betraying no hint of her previous inner conflict.
 
What a lovely change this was.  To have her adoration roll from her mouth naturally was the hallmark of a good pet.  He had told her she was born for this, and he meant it.  Slowly, he began to quiet the storms in his mind, letting any conversations end and fade away and leave his focus on his pet.
 
"Your hands are getting eager," he told her in his molten voice, her action not unnoticed by her owner.  His hand slid away from her throat, lingering just long enough on her collar to give it a playful tug before floating towards her pretty breasts.  "So eager that they're molesting my property..."
 
His palm wraps around the underside of her tit, squeezing it as his fingers glide against her breastbone.  "But I suppose it's my fault for neglecting you.  Even a good dog gets restless if she doesn't get played with, doesn't she?"
 
He squeezed her breast for a moment longer before dragging away from it, making sure to tug her nipple and let the weight of her tit hang from it before releasing it to bounce free.  His claw hooks into a link of chain near her collar, lifting it to bring her to her feat.  "Stand," he said quietly, guiding her to the front of his throne to stand between his large, spread thighs and the heavy loincloth that hung between them.
 
Somewhat abashed, Fin shook her head slightly. "Your duties keep you busy, Master. Your responsibilities are great. It is I who have neglected my place."
 
At his command, she stood and seemed to glide just ahead of his guiding hand while never leaving contact with it.  As everyone must when entering the presence of the great dragon, the slave bowed her head as she reached the appointed place. Unlike them, she did not raise it again. Demurely, she stood before him. The gossamer scrap of sheer fabric which was her only garment swayed at the touch of some errant breeze, drawing attention to and accentuating the very place between her legs which it ostensibly was meant to obscure. 
 
Standing before him, head down, her nose twitched in spite of itself. The sharp aroma of the magnificent beast tickled it almost palpably, causing her (his) sex to quiver in lusty pulses.
 
The wind was of his own making, a slight breeze to carry her scent towards his waiting nostrils.  It was a rich smell, one that hinted at her true need for him.  It was enough to make his cock throb beneath his loincloth, the half-flaccid sex pulsing to life as it continued to billow more and more of his scent from beneath it.
 
His two great hands moved to her, each one cupping a perfect tit and guiding her closer.  The heat of his thighs radiated along her body as he took her large breasts and pressed them against his cloth.  "Well spoken," he confirmed for her, kneading her round flesh as he mashes them both along his hidden cock. 
 
She got to feel every aching throb as he began to spring to life, the heavy silk just thin enough so that the shape, heat and smell of his breeding tool were hers to enjoy.  He played with her tits for a while longer, using them to work his loincloth into a tent before giving the task to her.  He set her hands on either side of her breasts, cupping the warm, furred flesh along the length of his covered cock and nodded to her, ordering her to continue without a single word.
 
He was hard and hot, with the tapered head at the tip of his tent pulsing with his fertile excess.  She'd be able to feel the silk sticking to his sex after a short time, his copious fluid turning the underside of his cloth into a moist cave of sexual scents and glistening pre.  His tip had released so much that it even began leaking through the tightly drawn silk, a wet splotch soon giving way to a cloudy dollop, finally giving Finster a proper hint of the beast that had claimed her for his own.
 
She wouldn't even have to ask before he ordered her.  "Don't let it go to waste.  Clean it."
 
Her back arched unconsciously at the expanding scent of him. His aroma overwhelmed the atmosphere in their not quite private sanctuary. To her canine sense of smell, it seemed as though the oxygen had been banished from the large hall and she now thrived on his essence alone. 
 
Gripping her own breasts, she did as she was bid. Determined to keep up what he had started, she strained to squeeze with the same vigor. Her eyes watered with the borderline excruciating pain (pleasure) of the pressure she applied to his scepter. 
 
Up and down it she stroked, her life-nourishing breasts now bringing his  arousal fully to life. The life that would soon grow inside her. 
 
No sooner had the thought occurred to her than the rich milky fluid began to soak through the silk between them. The fur on Her breasts glistened with his fluids as her cunt did with her own. Shivering with Ill concealed delight, her nostrils buried themselves in the drenched fabric. 
 
A moment later, the dachshund lifted the silk obediently to her mouth and sucked the pearly pre-spunk from it before putting it aside to lick at the tip of the dragon's massive, intimidating member. Her paws worked the shaft, gathering up copious quantities of  the aromatic liquid and feeding it into her greedy muzzle. 
 
When she could get no more in that way, her mouth moved up and down the shaft, tongue working it over thoroughly. Then she seemed to gather her strength and took him into her muzzle. 
 
Steadily she bobbed up and down, taking him further inside with every stroke. Her tongue played along the ridges and barbs, teasing his nerve endings with deft movements. Further and further she took him until abruptly, no further than a third down his length, she gasped and choked. Fighting for breath she pulled away, a strand of saliva linking her mouth to his cock as she regained her breath.
 
Artimus watched with lustful pride as his pet replaced her very need to breathe with the need to bring him pleasure.  The thick fluid pooled across her hands like a creamy syrup, staining her skin with his musk and drowning her taste-buds in their potent flavor.  
 
He was surprised at how far she had taken him.  Even a third of his monstrous breeder was more than most could handle.  She had a lot of talent, and he was eager to see it all come to the surface.  But his own needs were calling him away from such training.  His cock surged and flooded her mouth with his backed up seed, the beast casually growling as the pleasure melted through his root and up into his core.  
 
His thick spunk rolled from his tip and oozed from every strange pore along his cock, the incredible mess soaking her in his claim and filling her belly.  His balls, swollen from behind his slit, churned as they produced new, healthy swimmers, ones eager to play with the female that was so diligently pleasing their owner.
 
She'd done enough with her mouth, He grabbed her chain and pulled her, forcing his cock even further down her throat for an eternal minute before pulling her back off.  He wanted her breathless, weak and panting for air as he yanked her off of the ground.  He turned her and shoved her back against his chest, throwing her thigh over his and draping his soaked loincloth across it.  His turgid pole throbbed with his need, every pulse causing hsi cock to lurch and slap along her belly.
 
He handled her like a toy, one massive hand aiming his tapered dick beneath her pathetic silk so that it squished against her juicy spade.  His other hand pulled down on her thigh, giving her no warning or chance to rest as he spread her with his spear and stabbed straight towards her core, still squirting with hot, excess cum in preparation for his fresh load.
 
As she gasped for breath, the pup heard the murmuring of courtiers from behind the curtain which separated them. Abruptly, the uncomprehending bitch descended into darkness as her air was completely blocked by throbbing meat and viscous cum. All sense of herself vanished as she came back to consciousness, semen flowing from her muzzle as she flew through the air as though weightless, only to be impaled like a bit of meat in a kebab skewer. 
 
All five senses were engulfed by the dragon. He filled her line of sight with his massive bulk. His smell and taste drowned her, figuratively and literally, as her entire face dripped with his fluids. His huffing breaths drowned out the sounds of the rest of the room and then his steaming cock banished all other feeling as it slammed home into her tiny cunt. Finally, the love and need to serve this creature overwhelmed her thoughts .  
 
She knew she could do no further. Her limp body was fully supported by him. even without his hands, she felt that the cock alone would hold her erect. 
 
From somewhere deep inside her, deeper even than the throbbing spear could reach, she found some well of strength and clenched her core muscles around him. Her teeth ground and her paws clenched with the effort. Eyes squeezed tightly shut leaked a stream of tears. 
 
It was only then that she realized that she could, in fact, hear one sound apart from the dragon. She could hear her own excruciating screams.
 
Her screams echoed throughout their enclosed chamber, the curtain masking most of the noise but letting just enough through to pique the interest of a few curious attendants in the court.  It was the melody the dragon was known for.  His soft, growling breath, the throes of a mortal female blessedly doomed to sire his worthy young, and the soft plucking of a telltale harp.
 
Despite her screams, her owner couldn't have treated her less like a toy.  He abused her clenching tunnel, a boiling hiss leaving from between his teeth as her cunt tried to swallow him.  His own hips were barely moving, letting gravity and his strong hand do most of the work for him as he bounced her like a sleeve.  His other hand swung to her tits and grabbed at them roughtly, squeezing one, then the other, kneading the soft flesh that would soon nourish his young.  
 
His barbs would harden and flare, his climax growing closer.  He prempted her scream with his own muzzle, bringing it before her face to force his tongue into her throat.  It was thick as a mortal's cock on its own, writhing and wriggling with his heavy, slick drool coating everything it touched.  The heat of his breath washed against her nose, stealing her oxygen, choking out her senses to prepare her for her next climax as his tongue fucked her throat and his cock readied to spray his adoring gift into his doll's sex-marked sleeve.
 
If she could manage to stay awake, that is.
 
Floating into and out of awareness, Fin cried out until she was hoarse. Then, she cried out some more.  
 
Her world had become a tableau of disjointed images and sensations, none of them seeming pleasant. A creature of great and terrible proportions, features plucked directly from her most horrifying nightmares, inflicted pain upon her the likes of which she couldn't believe...except she was almost sure it had all happened before. The worst part, the truly soul crushingly hideous part, was that she wanted nothing more than to exist in exactly this state until the end of time.  For all the horrendously dreadful reality of the situation, she had never felt so wonderful. Her broken and tortured mind worshipped the god-like creature who inflicted these sublime  torments upon her.
 
Forgetting herself totally, the tiny slave girl screamed the dragon's name in a voice which seemed to simultaneously rise up from the pit of hell and drift down from heaven upon wings of angels, "Aaaaartimu..."
 
She was cut off by the massive tongue which she lovingly began to fellate. Suckling as a baby, her body shuddered and twitched and accepted her Master from both ends...tongue and cock seeming to her to meet somewhere deep inside.
 
Artimus moved his hands to her thighs and took a firm hold on them, claws digging into her soft flesh to keep her steady.  He didn't want to simply fuck her, using her like a piece of meat.  He wanted to break into her.  To batter her until she was broken so that he could put the pieces back together in any shape he liked.  To beat the struggling hope of thoughts out of her mind.  And he knew how he was going to do it.
 
His knot was still outside of her sex, bashing her spade as it begged entry into her.  His feet planted on the stone beneath his throne and his hips gave her their first real swing.  The force would have bounced her off of his cock had his hands not bound her to his thighs, his grip a statue's while his tongue an eager serpent.  If anything, his titanic thrusts simply pushed his tongue deeper, drool oozing from her lips as the excess pooled in the corners of her mouth.
 
Two unforgiving thrusts every second, he squeezed and mashed and hammered her poor pussy until it was just weak enough to allow his knot passage.  He abused his fortune and forced it into her, wanting to feel her muffled scream against his tongue.  His knot put her kind's to shame, barbs lining its base as it expanded to such an abusive girth that her thighs would be unable to properly close.  It pushed everything out of the way, turning her entire biology into a tool of his pleasure.
 
Only then did he reward her.  His steaming spurts of cum would splash with such force that her belly would quiver with each lurching spray,    He kept their kiss going throughout, using her as a convenient hole to pour his spunk into as the heat of it melted to her core.
 
As his wriggling seed began to cool into its fertile, jelly-like paste that would keep her swollen belly round for hours to come, he lifted his head and slowly pulled his long, black tongue from her throat.  The shining tube slipped free from her muzzle, leaving thick, sticky webs of draconic saliva as he looked into his little pet's eyes to see how much light was left in them.
 
Fin's body was as a rag doll, flopping bonelessly as the the dragon made use of her. Her screams had died away, replaced by a sort of incoherent babbling which was punctuated by moans of ecstasy around his tongue as she orgasmed over and over. 
 
She had given up any thought that her actions could pleasure him for two simple reasons. She could not act, Her body had ceased to respond to her. She could not think. Her sense of self was less aware than a feral dog's.  All she knew was sensation and reaction, the latter becoming less and less meaningful as the sensations became more and more so. 
 
Suddenly, a blinding streak of pain seemed to tear her in two lengthwise. She did scream again, her little teeth digging feebly into the dragon's tongue for a moment. Then, the world went black and she dreamed she had been swallowed whole by Emperor Artimus.
 
Artimus watched her fade, the beating of her heart felt through the tip of his cock with how close the two of them were.  He licked his lips clean of their joined saliva and sighed.  That was a pleasant distraction, but it was about time he got back to work.
 
His four wings spread from behind him on the throne, the lower two hooking around her thighs to support her while the higher two crossed in front of her chest.  He stood, gravity bouncing her on his immense cock as he wore her as an accessory, letting everyone he passed on the way to his library see his beloved claim.