Teeth and Consequence

His teeth held her with all the relative tenderness of a pit spike. Slowly pressing against and tearing into skin and muscle, threatening to crush bone outright. His large tongue, nearly her equal in size, pressed along the underside of her body, wetting the full of her, from forehead to thigh with his saliva.

Vakenroth lifted her up off the ground with ease, walking along the mountainside with his rabbit captive, pondering just how to enjoy his meal.

Valentina screamed. She felt all the pain, of course. She felt the embarrassment and violation of moisture, the way it soaked through her dress and every layer underneath. She had kissed before, awkward fumblings with some of the servant boys. Saliva had its own allure back then, something forbidden, something appealing.

But now she saw the horrible truth of it. Saliva killed. Saliva softened and dissolved flesh. Saliva would eat her whole if she would let it. But it was not the greatest horror of Vakenroth mouth. That was right ahead of her.

Gobbled up face first, her face was pointed down Vakenroth's throat. She was staring into it, that great furnace inside the dragon. That fire that could burn a man to ash in a moment, that had destroyed entire farmsteads. That kindling light, less than a foot from her face, evaporating what spit that drooled down that close.

It was as hot as a sun. And if she bathed in its presence long, Valentina would surely tan... if she did not burn outright. Valentina screamed down Vakenroth's throat. She thrashed and squirmed, her limbs struggling uselessly against so much jaw strength and so much length of teeth.

She only injured herself further. But she showed defiance, even when grasped by **** itself. And Vakenroth held her firm. Not ready to let her escape. Not yet ready to eat her, holding her on that perilous cliff's edge. She could feel the great beast moving even as it held her.

They were going somewhere, but not the graceful flight of before. No, this was something slower. Something lumbering. They must have been entering that cave. Valentina slowed her protests, barely moving her limbs.

There was no point in endless struggle. She instead moved her limbs slowly, one by one. Checking for some amount of give. And she found it, a gap between Vakenroth's teeth, where she finally pulled her right arm inside. She could see it in the pilot's light. It was bleeding. It was gashed, but it could still move for now. She tested its range of movement.

Valentina hoped to be subtle in her movements, but as it was, she was laying across that great and powerful tongue. Grappled by a sensory organ. She tried not to think of everything that tongue could feel. The way it pressed against her chest. The way it pushed up between her thighs.

There was an arousal there. That she could not deny. But there was something wrong and twisted about it. This wasn't meant to be. She wasn't to be some kept pet of a beast. What flickers of arousal kindled inside of her were fed imagination as fuel.

What she might do with another in her mouth. Of herself as the great beast, and poor Vakenroth struggling and terrified in her jaws. She let out a low growl. One of plotting, one of a promise to herself, to somehow, despite all weight of reality and teeth to turn this around.

Vakenroth answered with a growl in kind, all the louder, echoing through the chamber of jaws such that Valentina could not ignore it.

Finally, that great mouth opened, letting Valentina slide out of it and onto the ground, soaked in spit. Bleeding in a half dozen places, even from the gentlest of bites.

Valentina lacked the strength to stand and collapsed immediately. Was this what her fate was? To bleed to **** on a dragon's floor while the beast watched amused? She wouldn't allow this. She wouldn't tolerate it.

Valentina stood slowly, she raised herself up slowly. She had at least partial strength in one arm. Enough to raise herself up, to try and look that great beast in the eyes.

"You aren't dead." The dragon said, with all the affection of a cat, surprised their toy could still twitch. It wasn't escape, but it was at least a delay on **** itself.

The dragon let out a bellow, flame flicking along those jaws. Valentina learned that this is how Vakenroth laughed.

She looked away from the dragon, and for the first time took in its lair. It was dim, not lit at all, what light she could see peeked out from the Dragon's jaws, but everything it touched reflected.

It was gold. Gold all along the ground, gold along the walls. Coins and cups and treasures stolen from a half dozen kingdoms. Valentina blinked, brushing her broken foot along the coins, feeling them through her ruined stockings and the gaps of bare footflesh.

The coins felt real. A kingdom with even just the haul she could see could fund a war with such funds, hire mercenaries and adventurers alike. She was in a gathering of power. Of wealth. Of vanity too, perhaps.

Was she so much coin to the dragon? Something to be hoarded and left unused.

"I'm bleeding." She commented, putting on an air of annoyance, a suggestion that this was a problem for Vakenroth to fix. A responsibility of his to answer.

"So you are." The dragon responded with his predator rumble, some of Valentina's blood still fresh on his teeth. He opened his mouth again, as if to swallow her whole. And then she saw it, that flame increase. Some unknown magics bringing that tinder light to prominence, to boil over through that mouth, and then be expelled in a great gust.

The flame rolled above her. Rolled past her. Warmed her skin dangerously as it rushed past. But it did not strike her. It hit a brazier across the room instead, lighting the fuel that had been left behind for just such a purpose.

Vakenroth breathed again and again. Lighting another brazier and another. A consideration of sorts for Valentina. Valentina was sure that dragons could see in the dark. But here, the beast was lighting up its lair. For her?

The warmth helped. Covered in saliva, in the mountain's chill, Valentina had started to freeze to ****, even when basking in the heat of Vakenroth. This gesture had saved her, at least from one ****, yet she was still bleeding.

She looked to Vakenroth in expectation, her face twisted into something of a pout, curious to see if he would do something about the bleeding as well. The Dragon didn't disappoint or defy her, bringing a claw forward, he pushed it into a pile of gold, parting the coins to dig underneath, before finally finding a glass flask, stoppered with cork.

"Yes. This one should do. Drink it." The dragon demanded, a lazy command that he didn't particularly care if Valentina followed.

Valentina hesitated, it could be some trap, some poison or curse that would ruin her, that would kill her. But she was already dead as it was, and the potion was a risk she would have to take. She limped slowly closer, before reaching down, holding the flask in both hands.

It took her an embarrassment of time to pull the cork out, her arms weak to start with, and weaker still from blood loss and chill. The dragon looked on the whole time, curious, waiting.

It was another test. To see if Valentina could survive. To see if she would amuse him further. Finally, the cork popped free, some of the fluid spilling out across Valentina's hand. She didn't want to lose any of it, and she licked it up, to no apparent effect.

It tasted like soup broth and salt, though Valentina hadn't had much occasion to drink potions in the past. She shuddered a moment, and pushed the flask back, drinking the whole of the bottle down in slow, steady gulps.

She felt warmer almost immediately, and some of the ache started to fade. It had done something at least. She leaned onto her bad leg and found it mended too.

This was not a minor potion at all, but something profound that the dragon had casually offered her. Just what other sorts of treasures did he have in his lair?

She reached down to her side, to one of the incision points on her belly from Vakenroth's teeth. She brushed some of the just clotted blood aside and found smooth, undamaged skin underneath.

Valentina looked up to the dragon. The dragon looked back expectantly. Did it expect thanks? For healing the injuries he had caused? While this was better than dying, if the dragon had more such supplies about, well then he could **** her so lightly without consequence.

"Better." She responded. An acknowledgement of his efforts, but still not an expression of gratitude. Not an acknowledgement of inferiority or praising him for his barbed mercy.

"You are mine, Valentina." The dragon rumbled, waving its head back and forth in front of her, before finally, with a swing, knocking Valentina back onto a pile of gold.

The gold did little to cushion her fall, but her newly healed arms helped brace her, helped keep her head out of danger. Already she would have new bruises, even after the healing.

"...so it seems." She whispered, staring up into those massive jaws, worried that the creature would devour her again. That next time the dragon would chew.

If only he was so merciful.

The dragon crawled forward over top of her, dragging scalding scaled flesh over her body. She looked ever upwards, hopeful, but she saw no weak spot in the creature, no loose scale for a fortunate arrow or lucky dagger.

And finally, against her legs, she felt horror. Vakenroth was male. Extremely so. A colossal cock, for it could be described by no lesser name, extended from his underside, reaching out, nearly as long as Valentina was tall. With a tapered tip, tough no taper small enough to ever safely push inside Valentina, nor would it help as it widened down closer to the base, finally ending in a terrible knot that slammed against Valentina's ass.

There was nowhere Valentina could move. That glans was above her now, drooling precum across her face. Coating her skin slowly, threatening to **** her even as she thrashed and tilted her head away. Vakenroth was too heavy, his body pressed too close against her. There was care there, sure, but it was the tormentor's care, careful that his weight didn't kill her outright, but no comfort besides.

Valentina was stuck underneath this cock. Underneath Vakenroth, as Vakenroth used and defiled his princess beneath. Valentina glared up unseen at the dragon, dreaming up a thousand tortures for him, all out of apparent reach.

She squirmed, trying to escape despite the physicality, but such squirming only seemed to please him further, only increased the pace of the rubbing.

There was again part of her that was thrilled by this, some part of her making her thighs slick with need as his knot was pressed against her. But it was not a submissive princess's lust. No. This would be so much better if their roles had been reversed.

If she had pinned that specimen underneath her bulk, and rubbed her mighty cocky against his form. To rub her family with it, to pin and defile them.

The cock wasn't truly terrible. But it wasn't hers. And that was a crime she would not forgive. Valentina tilted her head to the side, biting down her teeth on that terrible cock, as best as she could, nipping at the bottom of the glans. There was some give, there was even some tear.

Vakenroth wasn't invulnerable, and wasn't scaled in so **** a space. But to a creature of such size, Valentina might as well have been a gnat. The greatest of her ****, a prick of pain. A pain so negligible, that it only added texture to the greater experience.

And the dragon Vakenroth enjoyed pain. Enjoyed resistance. Enjoyed defiance. Valentina felt that enjoyment pulse through him. She felt that thickening cum vein press down further against her crotch, against her belly, against her flat chest and her damp face. And then she felt the dragon actually cum, seed pouring out just above her head, coating the gold in seed, coating Valentina's hair in seed. Making her angry, but also still oddly aroused.

As she felt that cock orgasm against her, as she felt every vibration against her pussy, against her clit, she could almost imagine that orgasm was hers, that massive cum load was hers. She orgasmed to that thought, crying out beneath the dragon, and finally whispering below.

"Suck it princess."

If Vakenroth heard such words, he didn't comment on it, pinning Valentina still, leisurely resting upon her as he enjoyed the aftermath of his orgasm. Valentina herself took a time to recover. Not that she could go anywhere. She didn't mind the cock, she decided. It was Vakenroth himself who was the problem. She never agreed to be his sacrifice nor his bride.

But she had no strength to resist him, and her best attempts at **** had only amused him. She looked about to her side, rubbing cum off her face and onto Vakenroth's belly.

That potion had been potent. There was magic hidden among the treasure horde. And if that magic had been potent enough to heal her, perhaps it could help her in other ways. And as she explored, she would have to put up with more of this ****.

She could endure it.

Even now more so that she had a plan.