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Chapter 5 by Hecaton
Do you turn tail or fight?
You're a fucking dragon. Of course you fight.
You reconsider. You're a dragon. She was a human. You needed to remind her of that fact. You needed to remind all humans of that fact, apparently, if they were sending out their daughters to hunt you. And you knew just the way... a strong body like this woman's would be a perfect host for your offspring. But first you had to subdue her.
You stand on all fours, weight resting on your haunches so you can lean back and attack with your claws if you have to, slowly circling your enemy, noting how her feet drag in the water, slowing her steps as she turns to face you, spear held out before her. You feint, as if to attack with your mouth, when truly your tail is about to whip around and take out her feet. Somehow, she sees the ruse for what it is, stabbing her spear down to impale your tail even as it impacts her leg, unbalancing her and drawing your dark, almost-black blood. Growling, you push forward, snapping at her armor again, painfully pulling your tail free of her weapon, this time simply seizing her with both your foreclaws, her spear unable to be brought to bear as you barrel past its reach. You knock her to her back, her face submerged under the water, and bludgeon her with your winged limbs, water splashing around the swamp as you take advantage of your superior size and mass to overpower her. Her spear clatters to the ground, but almost without missing a beat she seizes a wicked-looking dagger from her belt and stabs your right talon with it, her underwater yelling indicating that she was, indeed, under the effects of some magic to allow her to breathe water.
You pull your claw back in pain, and her dagger along with it. Keeping her pinned down with your left claw and massive weight, you bite down on the dagger's handle, pulling it out of your talon in a shower of blood, and spitting the offending implement out to join the discarded spear. Looking down at the defiant human woman, her fierce expression obscured by the water and her helmet, you knock her **** with one powerful headbutt, throwing all of the **** your body can muster into the devastating blow. When you feel her body go limp, you drag her back to your lair, glad to have her at your mercy.
And to the victor, the booty...
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