Yielding to Dragons: Monster Hunter Conquest
Siena is brave, determined, but ultimately in over her head. On a quest to take down a marsh dragon to prove her worth to the Monster Hunter Guild, she soon finds the tables have turned on her. The predator becomes the prey, and she finds her desire for being filled with adventure, turns to a craving to be filled with something else. 6k of dirty dubcon monster sex! More
Siena is brave, determined, but ultimately in over her head. On a quest to take down a marsh dragon to prove her worth to the Monster Hunter Guild, she soon finds the tables have turned on her. The predator becomes the prey, and she finds her desire for being filled with adventure, turns to a craving to be filled with something else. 6k of dirty dubcon monster sex!
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The girl was confused, and she gripped her digits into the wet earth, trying to find some hold on her situation from any means. Out of the corner of one green eye, she spotted the coiling, thick tail inching forward. It brushed over her cheek, making her flinch, before it wrapped about her throat tenderly. It made her gasp, teeth gritting as she pictured him throttling her.
“I said I didn't want to die!” Her moan was desperate, but the dragon simply rolled it's large yellows and snorted.
Amazingly, the paw keeping her crushed into the ground raised, chunks of sod coming away on the blade like fingers. Strangely, like a cat might, the beast shook the dirt free and rubbed the curled hand clean on it's cheek. This distracted her a moment, so that she wasn't ready when the tail traveled from her neck to her waist.
With ease of strength, she was lifted into the air, brought up to the lifted head of her former prey. He studied her, while she kicked her legs and squealed, hands holding the scales around her tightly; She hated heights.
The wide nostrils came close, inhaling the scent of her hair, and she swore she saw that dangerous mouth smirk. The tip of Vylanthe's snout rubbed her shoulder, making her lift her brows. Siena was at a loss for words, unsure if he was toying with her or not.
That slim tongue, forked at the tip, edged out to stroke her cheek, making her pull away and yelp. 'Oh no, is he tasting me, seeing if I'm fit for a meal?' She was terrified, and wondered if her adrenaline bursts would ever end. If her heart could take much more.
When the slick appendage crawled down, running along her chest, she felt a twinge of suspicion at his intentions. The idea was far too strange to entertain, so the Hunter tried to bury it. The sudden, strong rubbing of it across one of her round breasts wrenched all logic away.
“What are you doing!?” She shouted, eyes flashing in bafflement to long face of the dragon.
“Isn't it obvious?” He canted his head, before raising a hooked claw and deftly catching it on the front of her leather tunic. Like a knife in butter, he ripped the cloth open, baring her creamy, soft breasts to the forest of Hyvar. The yellow orbs glinted in a hunger she was starting to better grasp.