Waking Up Owned; Finding My Place

It was a hard landing. I do not remember anything after my egg shattered on impact with the sea. I woke up and thought I was dead because an angel was looking down at me. Ilithyia was still just a girl when she found me. The eighteen year old Elderian human was walking along the beach looking for pieces of Dragonite. Her father had ordered his men to keep the peasants and rabble away as his slaves combed the beach for the priceless material. Everyone had seen my egg come crashing down for miles away and plenty of people wanted a piece of my egg, the praetorix was not going to let the rabble have the treasure that washed up on his beach.

I did not know any of this at the time of course. All I knew was that small fingers were poking me and when I opened up my eyes I knew that all I wanted was to serve, please, and worship this most amazing young nubile. I flew up into the air, took my place on the girl's shoulders, and purred with contentment.

***

Ilithyia came running into her grandfather's study. No one was supposed to disturb the Praetorix while he was conducting business with the lady Vesilia, but none of the guards dared stop the Praetorix's granddaughter as she skipped and ran through the halls of Castle Reaganspar. Especially while I was sitting on the girl's shoulders crackling lightning. "Grandpa! Grandpa! Look what I found!" The young lady shouted in excitement.

Praetorix Bushrod Jefferton was about to chastise his treasured grand daughter but the words died in his mouth when he saw me float up and fly around Ilythia's arms and body before circling the man and the room around him. I especially circled the leather clad woman looking at me like she wanted to pin me to a dissection table. "Where did you get that!?!" The man asked with polite nervousness as he pulled on a rope to call for help.

"She washed up on the beach. I think that all the dragonite is from her egg." Ilithyia said.
"Quite a bit of Dragonite for such a small dragon. What makes you think that it is a female?" Bushrod asked.
"Well technically, dragons are either neuters or hermaphrodites, but I like to think that she has a graceful, feminine quality, don't you think?" Ilithyia asked.

Before her grandfather could answer. A red haired freckle faced gnome with a mage's staff came bursting through the doors. "You called my. Oh gods! What is that doing here?" The mage leveled her staff at me. I let out a chortle of contempt and slithered back to my spot around Ilithyia's neck.

"Zephire is mine." Ilithyia said matter of factly as she stroked my body. "We have bonded. I can feel it. We have a connection and you cannot tear us apart." The young nubile said as she clutched me defensively.

"All right." Praetorix Bushrod said raising his hands to calm the situation. "Let's just let Bixi check her out and make sure that she is not carrying any nasty curses." Ilithyia and I both saw the look that the older man gave the gnome mage that made it apparent that the old man was lying.

Ilithyia clutched me as the mage tried to take me away. <It will be alright. Let me go.> I sent to my waifish companion. Ilithyia's grip loosened and Bixi wrangled me into a **** bubble.

"There there." Bushrod said, gently caressing the young girl. "It will be alright."

***

The gnome mage placed me down onto her laboratory counter. All around us were animals of different kinds whining and mewling. "Run!" "Help me!" "Oh no! She is back!" "I want my mommy!" the animals would say in their own languages.
<Quiet. All of you.> I commanded the caged creatures. Compelled by my will and mana, the beasts fell silent.
"Aren't you a curious thing." Bixi said cocking an eyebrow at the sudden and unexplained silence that overtook her normally cacophonous lab.
<You do not know the half of it.> I sent to the mage. Bixi rocked back as if I had struck her. The mage's eyes went wide as she started preparing her psychic guards, but it was too late. I was already massaging her mind and before the mortal knew what was happening, I had her fully enthralled.
"I..." Bixi's words were cut off as my pheromones began to take their effect on the mage.
<You> I said leaping into the air and flying to within inches of the gnome's face. <were ordered to kill me.>
"I..." The ginger gnome turned beat red. The mage looked down at her feet in shame.
<But you are not going to follow those orders.> I told her.
"I'm not?" She asked. I began to slither up the gnome's leg, around her waist, and between her thighs.
<I know that you value the wisdom of a Greater Dragon more than you value anything else. I know that last night you wished to know everything that I know. I heard you willing to offer me everything for a chance to uncover the secrets buried inside of my magical brain.> I felt Bixi squirming within my coils. I opened my cloaca. <But most of all...> The gnome cried out in orgasmic release. All it took was a touch from my genitals to make the ginger gnome lose control of herself. <You find me irresistible.>

Bixi writhed on the ground, her mind lost in coital ecstasy as I enjoyed her body. With my claws I removed the mage's clothing and slithered about her bare flesh, delighting in the taste of her skin as my genitals probed inside of her. Instincts kicked in. My biology went to work implanting the gnome with children.

Forty five minutes, seven orgasms, and three eggs later, Bixi was lying on the floor of her lab, my head resting between her breasts as my body coiled about her. "What am I going to tell the Praetorix?" She asked before taking a deep drag off of a chroot stick. "I cannot afford to lose this job." She said as smoke billowed out of her nose and mouth.

My coils wrapped around both of her breasts, I slithered around enjoying the feel of firm, perky, gnome tits against my scales. <You just relax and let me worry about the old goat.> I said as I reached out my talons to caress one of the eggs. <I have no doubt that he will see things my way, once you explain the situation.>