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Near the town of Hollowfell there was a clearing that they used for sacrifices. The sacrifices would happen every three years. An offering made to the town's protector. Some years the sacrifice would be found there still when the priests returned to the spot a week after the ritual . Her body neatly slaughtered and used to feed the forest and her remains all that was left to find. Some years the sacrifice would vanish entirely . No one knew what happened to the girls that vanished and no one wanted to know. Whichever fate awaited the sacrifices, they were enough to keep their protector around and appease him .

It wasn't typical for a town to have a dragon protecting it. But it also wasn't typical for a town to escape the growing Blight that had rapidly spread through the kingdom . Hollowfell knew that somehow their protector had been keeping away the Blight for years . There was a large area, almost a perfect circle, that was free of the Blight and Hollowfell was in the middle of it.

When the time came again for the sacrifice, Gwen had honestly thought that the gods would pass her over. Yes, she was a newly adult woman who had yet to be given to a husband, but she was engaged . She just hadn't had the ceremony yet, everyone knew that she was to be married in only a month. Why would she be chosen over one of the girls who did not have someone they were set to marry? Why would she have to worry about such a thing? Especially when her family had already lost one girl to the sacrifice three years previous . There were many reasons that Gwen felt secure in her safety.

And yet.

When the priest showed up at her family's home, Gwen thought that the gods had chosen one of her sisters and she wanted to scream in agony . She couldn't stand the thought of losing one of them. Two others, Aylethe and Evelune, were eligible and she feared for them. When the priest announced that she, Gweneira, was the one that the gods had chosen, she was in disbelief.

Her father begged the priest to change his mind, but there was of course no changing the minds of the village gods. They were the ones who had chosen Gwen and had spoken through their priest. Of course, Gwen cried heavily that night. Her family stayed near her until the morning when the priests took her to the temple to ready her for the ritual.

Gwen felt numb through the entire process, her mind a buzz of static and terror as the priests washed and clothed her in a simple white shift . She remained quiet, her eyes staring blankly ahead as she was led through the town and tied to the altar. The priests spoke their blessings, they did their prayers, and the people of the town placed offerings of food and fine things they had crafted around the base of the altar .

And then they left. And Gwen was alone.

She stared up at the night sky, watching for the sight of their protector circling overhead. She knew that was silly, she knew that he walked through the woods on these nights when he came to accept their sacrifice . She knew that she would hear him first. And she did.

Through the trees, there was the crackling of branches and the unmistakable sound of something large moving through the woods . Gwen bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from doing something silly like crying. There was no need for that.

She hoped that the man who would have been her husband would make a good husband for one of her sisters. She hoped the wedding would happen soon. Not that there would be another sacrifice until three years from this day. Gwen was so terrified for not only herself but for all her sisters. This was the second time in a row one of them had been chosen and she...she was afraid of what that meant. More than that, she feared what was coming ever closer.

Turning her head, Gwen laid eyes on their protector. He was a magnificent thing, moving through the woods toward her with a grace that was almost surprising given his size . He had to be sixteen yards tall and at least twice as long from his snout to his tail. His wings were folded , but Gwen knew they would be massive when unfurled. His head was pointed and instead of having ears, he had something fan-like on either side of his head sweeping back elegantly . His paws were massive and his claws shone like polished obsidian, digging into the forest floor as he walked forward . His scales seemed to shimmer a breathtaking silver in the moonlight. Though Gwen knew that she would not be leaving this place alive, she couldn't help but feel awed by this creature.

The people of Hollowfell knew they had a protector. They had seen him circling above them, they had seen the evidence of his hunting, they could see that the Blight wouldn't dare come near . They knew what he was and they feared and respected him. They knew the rituals meant to appease and thank such creatures. But they had never seen him closely , had never had the chance to witness the truly wonderous beauty that was their protector in person . It wasn't enough for Gwen to be at peace with her death, but she was brought some small comfort by being able to witness something so few others had .

The dragon came closer and Gwen felt her fear return in a rush. She almost wanted to struggle against her bonds, to beg for her life, to do what she could to escape. She refrained, knowing that if she displeased their protector she would doom Hollowfell. She would not do that to her family, and so she lay there, her eyes glued to the dragon, awaiting her end.

The dragon made his way through the offerings at the base of the altar first, hardly paying Gwen any attention . He ate what food was there and gathered everything that couldn't be eaten into a bag that he seemed to have brought with him, clutched in one of his back paws . Only then did he turn his gaze on Gwen.

Piercing gold eyes seemed to burn through her as the dragon looked her over. Gwen held back a fearful whimper, her body tense as she tried to brace herself to have her throat slit like so many others . When the dragon reached a paw forward, Gwen squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to see her end coming. To her surprise, the dragon sliced neatly through her bonds. For a moment, Gwen thought that he simply did these things in an order different than was expected , but no. Instead of claws slicing through her flesh, Gwen found herself being grabbed by the dragon's massive paw . She let out a squeak as she was pulled off the altar, her mind not fully able to catch up to what was happening until the dragon spread his wings and launched himself into the sky .

Gwen wasn't going to be given to the forest. No, she was hurtling toward whatever fate befell the girls whose bodies weren't found. She felt her stomach lurch, not only from the sight of the ground zipping past beneath her, as she realized that she was likely going to be eaten . That had long been what Gwen had privately thought happened to the girls who were taken . She felt almost delirious as she thought that at least she would have this question of hers answered before her death .

The flying was not an enjoyable experience. Gwen found herself wanting to hurl more than once. But as she hadn't eaten since the morning that she had been told that she was to be the sacrifice, she didn't have anything in her to eject . Still, she heaved and tried to block out the sights of this flight, but it was no use. Eventually , Gwen decided that she wasn't going to spend her last night alive with her eyes closed. She would try and enjoy the sight of the world from high above, even if it made her sick.

When the dragon began to approach a tall cliff, one that was almost sheer on its face but for an opening that Gwen guessed would be large enough for a dragon, she felt sick again, but for a different reason . This must be the home of their protector. This cliff would be impossible to escape without having wings. Not that Gwen would even try, there was far too much at risk for that.

The dragon flew neatly through the opening and into a cave that had massive tunnels branching off from it . Gwen couldn't see everything clearly , as she was being held in a dragon's paw, but what she could see was interesting . There were strange glowing crystals embedded in the walls of the cave and the tunnels that lit everything with a soft glow that was plenty to see by . The walls seemed to have carvings on them, but Gwen couldn't get a good enough look to tell what the carvings were. The ground had claw marks that displayed evidence of the dragon landing and launching himself from the lip of the cave . His claws didn't seem to carve into the floor elsewhere.

The dragon left the bag of things behind as he started to walk down one of the tunnels, still holding Gwen up in one paw, leaving him to walk on only three . That did not seem to slow him in the slightest and Gwen thought that he must be at least somewhat used to carrying things in one of his paws while walking .

These observations were, of course, mostly a way of distracting herself from the reality of what was happening . It was better to think of this lair and how she was seeing something that she had thought she would never see.

The dragon then took her into a room that was strangely plush. There seemed to be fabric draped from the walls, the floor was covered in many pillows and fabrics, and it was lit by the same crystals as every other room . Only here the crystals had sheer fabric draped over them. It was a place that screamed luxury and Gwen couldn't help but marvel at the sight of such obvious wealth for a moment before the dragon dropped her on a pile of pillows . They were soft and broke her fall with ease. Gwen thought that she might never have felt something so comfortable in all her life.

The dragon looked down at her and Gwen looked up at him with wide eyes. She didn't move, she barely dared to breathe. She had no idea what was going to happen next and she was petrified to make any sort of move, lest it be the wrong one that would end up sending her town into doom . Then the dragon surprised her.

"I am Zigenth, I have chosen you to be one of my brides. I would give you this chance to accept or refuse, but know if you refuse you will be killed and fed to those brides I already have," the dragon spoke in a deep and rumbling voice .

Gwen stared up at him for a long moment, her mind not comprehending what had been said . It didn't make sense, she didn't understand. Zigenth just waited his patience seemingly endless. Gwen felt her breath stuttering and finally, she realized what was happening. She could be allowed to live.

Gwen wasn't a fool, she knew that there were things that were expected of a bride. She knew that it was likely Zigenth would ask these things of her and that she would have no choice but to give him what he wished . She didn't know how it would work, he seemed much larger than her, but she knew that...

"I don't want to die," Gwen said, her voice coming out weak and wavering instead of strong and sure.

She couldn't even be ashamed of that. This wasn't something that she had thought would happen to any woman, let alone her. It wasn't something that had seemed possible moments before and now she was being given the chance to live . Even if it was under some strange conditions. Surely this would be better than death?

Zigenth nodded and moved his head forward so that his nose was almost pressed against Gwen's own face. She felt her heart stutter in fear. Being so close to this great creature's moth and his sharp blade-like fangs would be enough to make anyone fearful, she was sure .

"Then it is agreed ," Zigenth said.

Gwen wasn't given the chance to say anything more. Zigenth moved quickly , biting at her shift and ripping it from her in one terrifyingly smooth motion . He chuckled deep in his throat as Gwen let out a small scream. Then he brought his paw forward to push Gwen over, leaving her laying flat on the pillows.

Her mind spun, terror rushing through her veins as Zigenth moved to place his head between her now-splayed legs . Gwen had a moment where she, on instinct, wanted to push him away, but she restrained herself. She couldn't do anything against this dragon, all she could do was do what he asked of her and allow him to do to her what he wanted . It was a terrifying reality, but Gwen did her best to force herself to accept it.

She squeaked with alarm and a rush of unfamiliar feelings as the dragon's tongue darted out of his mouth and began to lap at her womanhood . She made no move to stop him (how could she?) and was confused about why he would be doing this, all while heat began to burn through her as the tongue licked and twisted over her most intimate places .

Gwen lay back on the pillows, her legs spread for the creature between them as she stared up at the ceiling of the cave. Her chest heaved, the feelings flooding her unfamiliar but not entirely unpleasant. There was some spot that Zigenth had found that felt amazing as he licked it, drawing an unexpected moan from Gwen as he circled it with the dexterous tip of his tongue . He chuckled at that and the feeling of that rushed through Gwen like a fire.

"Very good. I think you will make a fine bride. Your taste is quite pleasant and I would prefer it if this was the only way I would eat you. Does that sound agreeable, my bride?" Zigenth said in his deep, rumbling voice, the vibration like heaven itself as Gwen felt them.

"Yes," Gwen gasped, unable to formulate any other reply, "yes, yes! Yes!"

"Already you are more than I could expect. Very well, I will give you what you wish," Zigenth chuckled again before focusing once again on feasting on her in this way that Gwen had not known possible .

She threw her head back with a gasp, grinding her hips into Zigenth's mouth as he drove her to heights of pleasure that Gwen had not known of . She was sure that she was rushing towards some point where she would shatter apart when instead of continuing to play with her, Zigenth pulled back .

Gwen whined at the sudden absence, her skin feeling like it was burning with pure need as she looked pleadingly at the dragon . He chuckled again before moving forward so he was now standing over her. Mind hazy with bliss and confusion, it took Gwen a moment to realize what was about to happen. There was, of course, something that she was meant to do and it seemed that Zigenth had decided she was ready. Gwen supposed that was better than many husbands she had heard of who would do nothing to please their wives and who left them crying on their marital bed .

When Gwen looked down between Zigenth's back legs, she saw two cocks. That was a surprise, she was suddenly all the more nervous that she would be expected to satisfy both. They weren't cocks like she had been taught to expect either, though she knew that made sense considering that Zigenth was a dragon . They had spines running along the top side of the lengths while the bottoms were smooth and slick. The spines seemed to be flexible, at least Gwen hoped they were, and were the same pale pink as the rest of the cocks.

Both tapered, triangular tips seemed to be pointing at her, like they were poised to attack, and Gwen supposed they were . She very much doubted that the entirety of even one of these cocks would be able to fit inside her. She also knew she had no choice but to keep her legs spread and allow Zigenth to plunge into her if that was what he desired .

He reached between his legs with one great paw, gripping the base of the left cock, lowering it and guiding it toward Gwen's apex . She lay back then, not wanting to see the thing approaching her. She closed her eyes, as though that would protect her, and tried to keep herself relaxed. She remembered being told by one of the wives in the town that being relaxed helped if she could manage it.

The tip of him pushed between her lips and Gwen spread her legs wider in the hope that would help. The tip pressed firmly against her entrance when he moved his paw to instead grasp Gwen. Holding her still with his great claws pressing against the pillows that surrounded her upper torso, his paw heavy on her chest . She closed her eyes and attempted to pretend that she was somewhere else in the hopes that would relax her enough for this .

With a roar, Zigenth snapped his hips forward, plunging deep into Gwen in one sharp movement. The sound of his roar drowned out her scream completely as she felt as though she was being ripped apart inside. He pressed against parts of her that she was certain weren't meant to be reached , his tip surely pressed against the entrance to her womb . Craning her neck to the side, Gwen was horrified to see that only half of this monster's cock had been buried inside her . The second cock seemed to pulse in time with the one inside her, though it was left neglected, Zigenth seemingly focused only on the one inside her .

Then his hips were drawing back, the pain of the unimaginable stretch combining with the strange feeling of those spines moving inside her . They were, indeed, flexible and Gwen was thankful for it since if they weren't, she was sure she would be torn to shreds even more than she felt she was already being torn apart . Then he thrust his hips forward once more, somehow forcing slightly more of himself into her this time . Gwen screamed wordlessly , refusing to beg him to stop even as she almost wished he would kill her instead of this .

The dragon continued to fuck into her, over and over again. Gwen slowly grew used to the stretch of him, her womanhood somehow loosening enough that the slide of him through her inner walls was almost....pleasant . And as that pleasantness grew, her screaming and crying lessened and the ease at which he was able to thrust inside her increased . Gwen realized that she was slick between her legs and not only with blood.

"Ohhh," she gasped without meaning to as one of his spines dragged against something inside of her that sent sparks rushing through her, her eyes rolling back in her head at the feeling of it .

Without missing a beat, Zigenth shifted his hips just slightly so that he could hit that same spot over and over again as he fucked her relentlessly. Gwen didn't bother to bite back her gasps and sighs that he drove out of her as he somehow turned this nightmare into something that felt better than anything Gwen could have imagined.

His hips sped up then, but instead of a return of the agonizing pain of before, this felt amazing. Gwen threw her head back and did her best to move her hips back into the thrusts that Zigenth drove into her, wanting to feel more and more of him . This was beyond anything she could have ever expected, anything she could have dreamed . This was worth the pain she had endured at the start of this. It had to be.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Gwen chanted, her head tossed back and her eyes squeezed shut as she basked in the feeling of being so completely filled .

The pain was still there, a sharpness in the background as she stretched over the thick dragon cock. His other cock brushed against her stomach as he fucked her, but now the pain seemed only to add to the pleasure. It was strange, but Gwen couldn't deny that she had begun to enjoy this.

"What an eager little thing," Zigenth laughed, "yes, I think I will enjoy having you as a part of my harem."

Gwen didn't give that comment any thought, too consumed with the massive dick filling her. She was finally feeling that build inside her again, that coiling feeling burning and begging to be released . Gwen chased that feeling, closing her eyes and following her instincts as her body did what it could to heighten it . She moaned loudly as she wriggled her hips and tried to feel more.

"More," she begged, not entirely knowing what she was asking for, "please, more!"

Zigenth growled before he started fucking her harder, faster, plunging into her deeper and deeper . Gwen looked once again, wanting to see how much of him she had inside her and was astounded to see the cock fucking her burying itself in her down to the hilt . Somehow, she was able to take the entire length of one of his cocks. She didn't understand how it was able to fit inside her, but that seemed unimportant. She watched, completely fascinated, as his length rammed into her over and over. She watched it disappear into her, this impossibly large member somehow fitting.

It was the most amazing thing she had ever seen and it made her shudder and burn hot.

"You will be my bride, my third one that I have taken and kept. You will serve me. You will do what I say and you will never question my orders. You will be ready to service me when I ask. You will be ready to service anyone I ask you to. You will do so without complaint or hesitation. You are mine, my property. I will do with you what I want. Do you understand?" Zigenth growled.

Gwen felt out of her mind with the feelings burning through her, she could barely understand what he was saying . She knew that it was important she reply. She needed to reply.

"Yes!" Gwen screamed the word like it was bursting out of her.

She didn't know if it was in response to what he was saying or if it was another exclamation of her bliss, but whatever the case, he took it as an answer .

"Tell me, bride, what is your name?" He asked her then, not slowing his pace for a second.

"Gwen!" Somehow she managed to shout her own name, though it was her shortened name and not her full one.

"I claim you, Gwen!" Zigenth roared, his hips slamming into her hard before he erupted inside her.

Gwen cried out, the feeling of him filling her while his other cock spilled over her, coating her in his seed enough to drive her over that edge she had been teetering on for so long . Screaming, she shuddered and spasmed as she climaxed around the thick dragon cock buried inside her . She didn't know how much of the cum that covered her was from the second cock and how much had poured out from between her legs . The space within her was not large enough for the amount that he'd spilled inside, sending it oozing and rushing out of her around his length .

For a moment, they remained still, both breathing heavily . Gwen felt as though she was trapped in some place that wasn't real. That she was in some dream that had spun wildly out of any semblance of control. And now she lay on these soiled pillows, covered in the seed of a creature that she had thought would kill or eat her, but instead had another plan for her . She was his bride now, she had lain with him in the way a wife would, sealing their tie to each other, and he had two other brides who she would have to face .

Hysterically , Gwen wondered who of the vanished women had also chosen to live like this. Had decided that it was better to be a dragon's bride than to be eaten . She could not begin to guess.

When Zigenth pulled out of her, Gwen hissed in pain. He was uncaring, however , which she supposed was only to be expected . His cocks, now soft, slide back into some kind of sheath in his flesh that kept them hidden from view or harm. Gwen was more than a little intrigued by that, but she held her tongue instead of asking questions that her...her husband would find distasteful .

"There is a room for you to clean yourself that way," Zigenth gestured lazily off to the side, "go now and do so. I will have my other brides clean this place. I expect they will be happy to learn they have someone joining them rather than a meal."

Gwen staggered to her feet, barely able to hold herself up, before doing her best to hurry in the direction that Zigenth had gestured . She felt the cum oozing out of her and down her legs, the rest of her body similarly covered as well. She was, admittedly , quite eager to get clean. Maybe once that was taken care of, she would be able to process what had happened to her and what this meant for her and her life .

The room that she had found through a surprisingly human-sized door was a true marvel. There were chamberpots that whisked away whatever was left in them in a rush of water. Gwen only knew what they were meant for because she had heard tails of some of the royals having similar things in a neighbouring country . Those were old stories, of course. Gossip that had reached Gwen's parents when they themselves were young, before the Blight swept through the world .

There was also a bath that seemed to fill through the same strange mechanics and the water that flooded it was somehow warm . Gwen washed herself off as best she could before draining the water and filling it again, not wanting to be cleaning herself in dirty water . It was the third filling of the bath that she decided to sit in, letting her body attempt to recover from what she had just been through .

She was aching now. The place between her legs hurt as did her insides. She felt like she had been badly bruised inside her stomach somehow and when she swiped a hand over her womanhood to clean it, she found blood . The water stung her in the places that she knew had been torn by her husband's rough handling of her and by how large he was, but Gwen pushed through the pain that was settling into every inch of her body to make sure she was fully clean .

Once she stepped out of the tub, her legs wobbling and unsure as a newborn horse, she hesitated. Gwen had no idea what she was meant to do next. She had no clothes to dress in and she didn't particularly want to wander out of this room while naked. It seemed she didn't have much of a choice, however , and in the end, Gwen hobbled out of the room and back into the luxurious pillow room once more .

Zigenth had vanished, as had the soiled pillows. Gwen wasn't focused on that. No, she focused instead on the two women who stood before her. Dressed in flowing fabrics that wrapped around their bodies was Imanie, the girl who had been sacrificed nine years previous and Gwen's own elder sister who'd been the one sacrificed three years ago, Alaina . For girls who were thought to be dead, they both looked fine. Healthy even.

There was a glow to Imanie's pretty, brown skin, her big dark eyes had a sparkle in them and her lips had a wry twist to them before she saw Gwen . She was not underfed like Gwen had assumed that the other brides would be, and her body showed no signs of scars. Her hair was shiny and healthy, pulled back in a thick black ponytail held in place with a silver band that matched the wristlets and armlets that she wore . She seemed to have aged much less than any other woman approaching thirty years in Hollowfell . Gwen absently wondered if being a dragon's bride had something to do with that.

Alaina was where Gwen's attentions were focused . Her sister's mouth had opened in shock, her wide grey eyes fixed on Gwen. Her expression was as though she had seen a spectre, which Gwen thought was unfair considering she was the one who had thought Alaina dead and not the other way around .

Alaina was in similarly good shape, her body smooth and unstarved, unlike when Gwen had last seen her. Her copper skin, so like Gwen's own only slightly darker, was unblemished besides the smattering of moles that Gwen knew Alaina hated, but which she had privately envied . Her rich brown hair was in a ponytail, same as Imanie's, and she wore the same wristlets and armlets. Gwen could not think of how to process and understand that her sister, her supposedly dead sister, was there in front of her . Still living, looking healthy and whole.

"Well," Alaina finally broke the silence that had fallen over them, "I am so glad that we weren't forced to eat you."

A hysterical laugh bubbled up from Gwen's throat, letting itself loose before she had any chance to stop it . She forgot to be ashamed of her nakedness then, as her sister and Imanie rushed forward to steady her on her feet as her legs attempted to collapse beneath her . Tears spilled from Gwen's eyes and all she could do was laugh.

~

Gwen was in the hoard, cleaning the things that Zigenth kept. There was less gold than she had expected, though there was still plenty of that. there were also fabrics, fine clothing and jewellery. Things that had been made and offered to him over the years, things that he must have collected from other places before the Blight overtook so much of the world .

It had been almost a week since she had been sacrificed . While Gwen and the other brides spent their nights sleeping in the plush room that she now knew was Zigenth's nest, he had yet to take her again . She was thankful for that, her body only now beginning to recover from the wedding night. That wasn't to say that Zigenth's needs had gone untended. Imanie had been the one to lay with him the day previous and Gwen had been unfortunate enough to walk in on them.

She had stayed there and watched for a stunned moment, she didn't know how long, as Zigenth lay on his back, his stomach exposed, as he clutched Imanie in one huge paw, pulling her over one of his cocks like she was some kind of toy . Imanie had looked as though she was enjoying it, her head thrown back and truly filthy sounds spilling from her lips . Gwen had been transfixed by the sight, her eyes glued to the way that massive dick somehow buried itself in her, the way Imanie's breasts moved with the fierce rhythm, the sweat that clung to her skin . It had taken her too long to tear herself away and go back to preparing a meal for herself and the other brides.

Gwen did her best to put the memory out of her mind as she worked. She needed to focus on her task if she wanted to get the section she had been told to clean done before it was time for their evening meal .

There wasn't any punishment that she knew of for not finishing her tasks on time. Alaina and Imanie would have warned her of it if there was, she was sure, but it felt wrong to be idle. None of what went on here could be thought of as the proper way of things, but that didn't change the fact that Gwen had been raised to be a good wife and a good wife would do the tasks her husband asked of her . It was true that she hadn't expected to be the wife of a dragon, but that didn't give her an excuse to be a bad wife.

Heavy footsteps that Gwen could not mistake for anything else echoed through the tunnel to the hoard and Gwen quickly put down the necklace she was cleaning to stand and face the entrance to the room . She felt a sliver of dread, sure that Zigenth would want to take her again and she wasn't sure she would be able to withstand it . She was still mending.

When he stepped into the room, Gwen felt her breath leave her in a rush. He seemed to glitter even more wonderfully in this room. The reflection of the glowing crystals bouncing off the gold and jewels making everything shine in a rainbow of colours over his pearlescent scales . His eyes, more gold than even the purest gold in this or any room, focused entirely on her as he walked forward. Gwen almost wanted to shy away under that gaze, and yet it held her still.

"Gwen. I see you are hard at work maintaining my hoard. Good, it is an honour to be allowed to do so," he said, his voice deep enough that Gwen almost felt as though it should rock the foundations of the room .

"Yes. Thank you for allowing me to do this," Gwen managed to force the words from her throat somehow.

Zigenth chuckled and tilted his head to the side, studying her. Gwen hoped that she wouldn't be found wanting. She didn't know if he could change his mind about his brides and eat them if they displeased him, but it was a worry that she quietly held .

"Your work is appreciated . Now, tell me of yourself," Zigenth ordered, settling down among the hoard.

Gwen was confused .

"What?"

"It only seems proper that I know more about my wives than simply how they look and how they feel. Tell me of yourself. I do not have endless patience," Zigenth gestured with a paw and Gwen tried to think of anything she could say.

"I- I am one of many daughters. There were seven of us, our parents were considered cursed to have so many girls and no sons before my mother became barren . I would mend clothing for my sisters, especially for Roysa. She has always been wilder than anyone quite knew what to do with," Gwen chuckled at the memory of one of her younger sisters .

"Curious. Why would so many daughters be anything but a blessing? Sometimes I fear I do not understand your kind. Nevertheless , tell me more," Zigenth shifted slightly , getting more comfortable.

"Sons are who the family line and property are passed down through. To have only daughters is for your line to end," Gwen explained.

"What nonsense. For dragons, it is an honour to have young, regardless of their sex. We care not about such petty things."

"May I ask you a question?" Gwen felt emboldened by this exchange, she hoped she wasn't crossing a line and felt her veins thrum with fear that she might .

"You may, though I cannot say I will answer it," Zigenth nodded.

"Why have you taken human brides? You cannot produce young with us. At least, I think you can't," Gwen suddenly felt queasy at the thought.

The idea that she might birth a dragon was enough to churn her stomach. She would have no choice, but she couldn't imagine she would survive that.

"You are correct. I cannot father children in your kind, but that is not your purpose. Dragons will fly to a secret place at a time that none but us know. There we will mate in a blind frenzy for a full day and night before we return to our lairs. The females will lay their eggs, tend to them, hatch them, raise them, and finally send them away once they are grown. We do not seek each other for companionship and we do not fulfill our needs with each other outside of that day. All dragons require humans to take care of these needs for us, though we do not allow that knowledge to spread. There is a magic that binds your tongue and the tongue of all dragon brides and grooms. It will prevent you from explaining any secrets that we hold to anyone who does not already know them. Only a dragon may tell our secrets."

Gwen felt uneasy at the thought that there was an enchantment on her, especially one that she hadn't noticed . There wasn't anything she could do about it and she knew it would be best if she didn't think about it, so she pushed the thought as firmly out of her mind as she could . Instead, she focused on the other things that Zigenth had said.

"There have been more girls who have been taken by you than girls who are brides now. Did everyone before Imanie refuse to be your bride?" Gwen asked the question that had been eating away at her in the back of her mind.

"Most did, yes. Before Imanie, I did have a harem of five. Six when she joined it. Someone found my lair, some survivor of the Blight whose mind had been twisted and ripped apart. I was not there, I was keeping the Blight at bay at the borders of my territory. That was how she was able to get in. She killed my brides, Imanie was the only one who survived. She lived by hiding away and when the intruder had her guard down, Imanie struck. When I returned....," Zigenth broke off with an angered growl.

He looked distressed, he truly had cared for these women. He had grieved them, it was clear as day, and Gwen felt her heart soften a bit more toward him. Perhaps she wasn't going to be killed for a mistake, perhaps he would grow to care for her as well. It was a nice thought and Gwen hoped it was true.

"I moved my lair then. It was quite a bit of work, especially as I kept close watch of Imanie throughout the process. I do not think I let her out of my sight for even a moment until long after we had settled into this lair. That is why this place is so hard to reach, I chose it for that reason alone. It took work and magic to make this into somewhere we could live, but now I would say it is quite comfortable."

"The sheer cliff face would be difficult for anyone to climb. I think you chose well," Gwen said, unsure what else she could say.

Zigenth laughed and nodded, "yes, Imanie thought so as well. But we have gotten away from the topic at hand. I wish to know of you, Gwen. Tell me, what did you most enjoy from your life before this?"

Gwen hesitated, searching her mind for the answer. She hadn't spent much time thinking about her life in terms of what she did and didn't enjoy, only what she was meant to do and what she wasn't meant to do . Faced with this question, she floundered as she tried to think of how to reply.

"Well," Gwen finally said hesitantly , "I am quite good at baking. Not cooking, only baking."

"And what did you bake?" Zigenth asked.

They continued talking for a while after that, Gwen explaining different aspects of her life and Zigenth appearing to be genuinely interested . It was strange, she didn't ever forget that she was talking to a dragon, but at the same time, their conversation flowed so easily that it felt normal . She supposed that this was a normal part of how her life was to be now. It only occurred to her that it was strange to speak with a dragon as easily as she would a human once he'd left and she was back to cleaning and caring for the hoard .

~

Gwen was cleaning the dirt out of the carvings on the walls with Alaina helping her when Zigenth returned from his patrol . It was strange, having this chance to reconnect with the sister who she had thought was dead for three years, but Gwen wasn't about to waste this chance . She thought that Alaina felt similarly , like she was glad to have her sister back when she had thought she would be separate from them for the rest of her life, but there was something else there . Something that kept Alaina holding herself back from Gwen, almost keeping her at a distance . Something heavy and filled with what Gwen would almost think was dread in the way she looked at her.

That had been missing from her while they cleaned and Gwen had started to hope that it was Alaina being protective of her, not wanting her to be bound to a dragon in the same way she was and that it had passed . Maybe now they would be able to be glad to have each other back with none of whatever was weighing on Alaina's shoulders dividing them . And then Zigenth returned and the heaviness returned.

Zigenth looked them over, his eyes sharp. Gwen felt a wave of nerves wash through her. Even after their conversation, she still took a moment to calm her initial anxious reaction to Zigenth whenever he looked at her . She was growing used to him, but she thought it would take more time before she was truly comfortable.

"You are sisters, are you not?" Zigenth asked.

"Yes," Gwen answered without hesitation.

Alaina remained silent. She was tense now and Gwen didn't understand why. That alone was enough to make her tense with the sudden nerves rising inside her. She knew that there was something she was missing and she was sure that if it was making Alaina so uncomfortable, then Gwen would not be pleased when it became clear .

"Bring each other to completion using your mouths," Zigenth ordered, sitting back on his haunches .

Gwen stared at him, not able, or perhaps unwilling to understand what he meant. The realization hit her with force and she felt repulsion roll through her. She wanted to refuse, to tell him that there was no way that she would ever touch her sister in such a way, but she knew that she couldn't . She had sworn to obey him, to lay with whoever he demanded she lay with, and she knew that refusing would spit in his face. She didn't know what dragons did to those who disrespected them in such a way, but Gwen knew that she didn't want to find out .

Turning towards her sister, Gwen was surprised to see Alaina already slipping her dress off . Gwen wanted to look away from her bare flesh, but she refused to allow herself that. She needed to- to look. To endure this. There was no other choice.

"You should take that off too," Alaina said, gesturing to Gwen's dress.

Her voice was numb and Gwen realized that she knew something like this would happen. She knew, somehow, that they would be made to touch each other, to bring each other pleasure in a way they were never meant to . It made her sick, but it also gave her an understanding of why Alaina had seemed to hold herself back from her. Why else, if not this?

Gwen slipped out of her dress, letting it pool on the floor next to Alaina's own discarded one. Her sister then gently guided her to lean against the wall and Gwen did nothing to stop her. She let Alaina move her like a puppet, letting her guide her legs open just enough and she turned to look over at Zigenth when Alaina dropped to her knees .

The feeling of her sister's mouth on her womanhood was strange. It should have felt awful, Gwen was sure that it should have, and it did. But it also didn't. Because Alaina seemed to know exactly what to do to bring pleasure and Gwen was quickly becoming aroused as Alaina worked her over with lips and tongue .

Alaina's fingers joined in her efforts then, plunging into Gwen and curling, twisting, pressing in ways that made her cry out . It was too much, it was all too much and Gwen couldn't hold in the sounds that wanted to pull themselves out of her. She whined and pushed herself more firmly against Alaina's mouth, her mind nothing but a haze of arousal and her pressing need to feel more, to reach her peak .

She didn't want this, and yet it was something she wanted so badly . One of her hands found its way to Alaina's hair, gripping her ponytail and guiding her slightly as she worked. Gwen felt her sister suck hard on her clit and her knees shook and threatened to give out, her eyes fluttering shut as she groaned, the feeling of it shooting directly to her core .

She was burning, she was so close she felt half mad with it. Alaina didn't let up. She twisted her fingers just right and Gwen finally came, screaming as Alaina worked her through her peak . Finally, Alaina guided Gwen to the ground. Gwen appreciated that, certain that she wouldn't have been able to move without help. Her mind was spinning and she was doing everything in her power to avoid thinking about what had happened .

And then Alaina was there, swinging a leg over Gwen's head so that her own womanhood was right over Gwen's face. Gwen stared up at it for a long moment, not sure what to do, not quite able to bring herself to dive in. She couldn't disconnect from the fact that the woman above her was her sister. She didn't know how she could.

"Please, Gwen. You have to," Alaina told her quietly , the pleading note in her voice enough to spur her into action.

Gwen reached up and pulled Alaina closer to her, her mouth and tongue finding their way into Alaina's folds . She tried to copy what she had felt her sister do to her, paying attention to what made Alaina whimper, what made her moan, what made her thrust her hips against Gwen's face without meaning to .

She sucked and licked and plunged her tongue as deep into Alaina as she could manage. She focused mostly on Alaina's clit, wanting to get this over with, but at the same time somehow almost enjoying the little gasps she was able to pull from her . Gwen tried not to enjoy the salty taste of her, but the more she focused on her task, the more she felt herself becoming aroused again . She had to resist the urge to reach a hand between her own legs and touch herself as she ate her sister out.

Finally, Alaina shuddered and fell forward, catching herself with one arm while her other hand tugged at Gwen's hair . Gwen could feel her spasming around her tongue as she came, a wordless shout spilling from her as her legs tightened on either side of Gwen's head . She didn't let up until Alaina pulled herself off of Gwen's face, collapsing against the wall in a panting heap .

"Very good," Zigenth said, and Gwen had almost forgotten he was watching.

When she looked over at him, she wasn't surprised to see him now laying on his back, both of his cocks out of their sheath and standing proud against his stomach . He gesture for them to come close to him and, on shaky legs, they obeyed.

Once they were close enough, Zigenth reached forward with one paw to grab at Alaina. Gwen watched as he positioned her over one of his cocks and slowly lowered her on it until it was fully hilted inside her . Gwen couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight. The way that Alaina's cunt was stretched over his length. The way her mouth was dropped open and her eyes were closed as she was filled . The way her chest heaved made her breasts stand out all the more. Gwen had the sudden strange urge to wrap her lips around her sister's nipples.

Before she could think about that for a moment more, Zigenth reached down to pick her up. Gwen didn't have the energy to be surprised at that, all she could do was spread her legs so that her husband could pull her down over his other cock until she and her sister were both filled with him . Gwen threw her head back as he sank into her. This time the feeling wasn't painful. This time it was nothing but bliss.

There was a moment where they all remained still. Gwen looked over at Alaina and saw her looking back with a glazed look in her eyes. Gwen was sure her expression was a match. She then had a wild urge, an unforgivable bought of madness, that told her to lean over and kiss her sister. Mind to clouded to think, Gwen obeyed the urge, pressing her lips to Alaina's. Much to her shock, Alaina moaned in response and kissed her back.

Soon they were kissing frantically , tongues twisting together as they panted and moaned into each other's mouths, their shared husband's dicks buried in them as he watched them kiss . He grunted in approval and allowed them to continue for a bit longer before he seemed to decide that he was done waiting .

He reached forward, gripping both sisters in his two front paws, and then he began to drag them up over his dicks before slamming them back down . Gwen felt her head spinning as Zigenth sped up, thrusting up into them as he brought them down faster and faster. She felt like an object, like something whose only purpose was to please her husband, and somehow that made her burn all the hotter . The fact that her sister was there beside her, moaning and delighting in being fucked by this dragon as much as her, somehow only made things all the sweeter .

Gwen shrieked as the spines on the cock filling her rippled inside her. She knew she wasn't going to last much longer, but she tried with everything in her to hold on, not wanting to be fucked this hard while still sensitive from a second climax . And yet, she couldn't help the words spilling from her that begged for more. Alaina did the same, pleading to be fucked harder and faster, and Zigenth chose to comply.

Everything was too much, her body felt like a tightly wound spring that was about to snap at any moment, her pulse pounded in every inch of her as Gwen lost herself to the feelings . And then she snapped, her climax hitting her hard enough that she was sure that she lost awareness for a moment. Her body shook as she screamed and came, Zigenth uncaring as he continued to use her with the same roughness and speed as before . Tears leaked from her eyes and Gwen didn't know if they were from bliss or pain as her sensitive womanhood continued to be claimed .

Alaina came moments later, shaking and crying out before going limp in Zigenth's paw, and he still didn't slow . Instead, he sped up, thrusting into them harder and harder until Gwen felt him spilling deep inside her . Alaina gasped, her back arching as she was filled at the same time. Gwen felt almost mesmerized by the way the flood of cum leaked from between her legs, spilling out because it had nowhere else to go within her . Gwen could feel the same happening to her.

For a moment Zigenth lay there panting heavily before he carefully slipped the pair of them off of him. He placed them both in one large paw, letting their naked bodies tangle together as he carried them to the washing room so that Imanie might clean them .

Gwen woke slowly , a warmth burning inside her, coiling in her stomach and pulsing between her legs. She let herself bask in it, not quite letting herself wake as she lay there. Somehow, instead of the pleasantness of the dream she must have been having fading, it increased . A small gasp fell from her lips as her hips slowly thrust against whatever was moving against her. There was a pleased hum that didn't come from her and that was enough for Gwen to finally wrench herself back into wakefulness .

There, between her legs, feasting on her womanhood as though she were starved , was Imanie. Gwen wanted to pull away, to demand to know what the other woman was thinking, but a clever flick of her tongue had her protests dying in her throat and her body collapsing back against the pillows she slept on . Her legs spread wider without any input from her and Imanie hummed appreciatively before sucking on her clit and thrusting a finger inside her .

Gwen flung her head back against the pillows and decided that she wasn't going to put a stop to this. She didn't have any idea why Imanie was doing this, but she felt amazing. Lost to her own arousal, Gwen began playing with her breasts without thought. She pushed the fabric of her dress away and down, freeing them so that she could toy with her nipples and kneed the flesh that fit so perfectly in her hands .

Then, gently , her hands were pulled away and replaced by someone else's. Startled, Gwen opened her eyes to find Alaina straddling her waist, playing with her breasts . Gwen opened her mouth to ask what the fuck Alaina thought she was doing, but what came out was a strangled moan as her sister pulled her nipples playfully rough .

"I'm sorry, Gwen. I- I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Tell me to stop and I will, but I think you want this too, right?" Alaina asked before diving down and sealing her lips around one of Gwen's nipples.

Everything was to much all at once. Gwen cried out, her back arching as Alaina continued to play with her breasts and Imanie worked her mouth over Gwen's womanhood . She was overwhelmed and she couldn't begin to figure out how to find words, let alone ones that would tell them to stop . She didn't even know if she wanted to stop.

Since their husband had forced Gwen and her sister to pleasure each other, Gwen hadn't been able to put it from her mind . It wasn't in a pleasant way, however . Instead she felt intense shame over it, there was no traces of want or desire in any of the thoughts that stuck in her mind after it happened . She had avoided Alaina for almost a full month before Alaina had cornered her and begged her to stop avoiding her and told her that she would do whatever she needed to help Gwen feel comfortable around her again .

The idea that Alaina hadn't felt that same disgust and shame, that she had instead been remembering what had happened with lust, made Gwen feel sick . A feeling that was quickly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of sensations that were being forced upon her . Gwen whined, not knowing if she was begging for more or for it to stop.

Alaina moved her mouth away from Gwen's breasts, now kissing and sucking on her throat in a way that made her head spin . A second finger plunged into her and Gwen found herself climaxing hard. Still, neither other woman let up. Imanie continued working her mouth over her, curling her fingers inside her, and Alaina found Gwen's mouth, pulling her into a searing kiss .

Gwen didn't know what to do but to kiss her back. Her stomach churned at the fact that she was going along with this, but the slide of Alaina's tongue over hers and the intense attention being paid to her womanhood were quick to drive any thought at all from her mind . Gwen gasped into Alaina's mouth as Imanie pushed a third finger inside. It wasn't the most she'd been forced to handle, but it was stretching her deliciously nonetheless .

"Gwen, my perfect little sister. You beautiful, perfect thing. You like this, don't you? You like what we're doing to you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like it," Alaina demanded, squeezing Gwen's breasts in a way that was almost painful, but didn't quite cross that line .

"Guh!" Was all that Gwen could manage.

Alaina chuckled and went back to Gwen's throat, her teeth scraping over her skin in bruising kisses .

"Tell me," she demanded again, between one kiss and the next.

"I love it," Gwen whined, not having any idea if that was even true or not.

"Tell me more," Alaina growled.

"I- I- I want more. I want you to- uhng! Fuck!" Gwen threw her head back, whatever she was going to say vanishing from her mind as Imanie sucked hard on her still sensitive clit .

"You want me to what? Tell me, I'll give it to you. I promise," Alaina said.

Gwen panted heavily , staring up at Alaina as she loomed above her. She had no idea what she wanted. She didn't even know if she wanted this to continue. Every inch of her was burning with need, growing more and more intense, coiling inside her, and Gwen knew that she was probably going to be made to climax again soon enough .

"Do you want me to eat you out instead of Imanie? Do you want me to join her? Do you want to eat me out? Tell me, sister. Tell me what you want," Alaina ran a hand over Gwen's cheek.

Gwen stared up at Alaina, mind to much of a jumbled mess to say anything at all. Alaina grinned down at her, looking far more preditory than Gwen thought she'd ever seen her.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about your taste. It haunts me, lingering as a phantom on my tongue. I've been so desperate for it again. I think it's time I indulged in that desire," Alaina rubbed her bare womanhood over Gwen's stomach as she spoke and Gwen could feel how slick her sister was .

Then, Alaina slid off of her to settle between Gwen's legs beside Imanie. She didn't hesitate before diving in, her lips and teeth and tongue joining Imanie's. Gwen could feel their tongues lick against each other in a strange sort of kiss as they pleasured her and all Gwen could do was lay there, writhing against their mouths . Everything was to much and she needed more. Her hands returned to her breasts, the wetness of the spit Alaina had left behind aiding her as she played with them .

This was wrong, Gwen knew it was wrong. She needed to pull away now that she had the chance and put a stop to this, but she didn't. She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of her womanhood being so thoroughly tended to as that spring inside her coiled tighter . This time when she came, it was with a scream and with her juices rushing forward, splashing over Alaina and Imanie in a rush that Gwen had never experienced before .

Mercifully , the pair slowed their motions after that, though they didn't stop playing with her over sensative womanhood . Gwen whined, weakly trying to push their heads away, but unable to muster up the strength for more than shaky movements . Fingers ran through her slick and began to circle her rear entrance.

Gwen tried to protest, but words were lost to her in the exhausted soup that her mind was left in. A finger pushed in and somehow it didn't feel bad. Soon another finger joined, then another and another and Gwen didn't know how much time passed by as her asshole was stretched more and more open . She didn't know whose fingers were inside her, plunging into her and openning her up, building up her arousal once again .

And then they both pulled away, leaving Gwen laying there, covered in her own sweat, hopelessly over stimulated and aroused . She blinked her bleary eyes open, wanting to see what they were doing and ask why they stopped, only to see Zigenth looming over her, an eager look on his face .

"Well, this is a very welcome surprise. When you had told me earlier that you wanted to prepare something for me, I had no idea it would be this. Hold her steady, it you would," Zigenth said, coming to stand over Gwen.

Alaina and Imanie hurried to do as he said, their hands coming to keep Gwen in place. Her mind was to fuzzy to understand what was about to happen until she felt the head of one of Zigenth's cocks at one of her holes and the other pressing against the other . She gasped and wanted to protest somehow, but before she could, he was pressing in.

Some noise that Gwen had never made before was driven out of her as she was slowly filled by her husband, his cocks pressing inside her and filling her more than she was ever meant to be . She didn't understand how she wasn't splitting apart as he sunk deeper and deeper into her, carefully burrying himself completely in her . Once he was fully seated, he paused. Gwen was thankful that he was giving her body a moment to adjust to how mindbendingly filled she was.

"You're doing so well," Alaina praised, "you look amazing like this. Stuffed full in both your holes. You're a perfect little cocksleeve for our husband. The perfect thing for him to fuck into. I bet you love this."

"Why not sit on her face. She has another hole that could be put to work," Imanie suggested.

"Yes, I would very much like to see that," Zigenth said, making it an order that Gwen couldn't refuse.

Alaina didn't hesiate to swing a leg over Gwen's face, settling herself facing Zigenth, presumably so she could watch him fuck her . Gwen got to work, licking and sucking at Alaina, stopping to let out a moan when Zigenth pulled back. The noise she made when his hips slammed back into her must had felt good to Alaina because she cried out and clenched her legs over Gwen's head as she desperately tried to focus on getting her sister off while her dragon husband fucked her relentlessly .

Imanie, not one to be left out, grabbed once of Gwen's hands and brought it to her own womanhood. Gwen got the message and began to play with her as best she could. She wasn't sure how well should could possible have been doing considering the amount of things she already had to focus on . The cocks ramming into her were more than enough to drive her out of her mind, her fellow brides were lucky that she was able to do anything at all for them .

Above her, Gwen heard the sound of kissing and an appreciative growl from Zigenth that made her sure that Alaina and Imanie must have been kissing each other . Alaina then reached forward to grab Gwen's legs, pulling them back towards her head and somehow giving Zigenth the ability to thrust even deeper inside her . She was making pathetic little sounds every time that his hips met hers, muffled by her sister's core that was still firmly pressed to her face .

When Alaina finally shuddered and came, it was a relief. She slid off Gwen's face to collapse on the ground and Imanie pounced to stradle her face, apparently not satisfied with Gwen's hand . One of Zigenth's paws came down to hold Gwen in place as he thrust into her then, his motions growing more and more wild. Gwen panted and whined, feeling her peak building closer and closer as he fucked her harder.

Then, Zigenth threw his head back with a loud roar, both of his cocks spilling deep inside Gwen before oozing out around his great lengths . The feeling triggered Gwen's orgasm and she screamed wordlessly as she came apart beneath Zigenth . Imanie shuddered and shouted, doubling over as she came as well.

As Gwen caught her breath, everything that had happened hit her. Her sister and Imanie had violated her in her sleep for their own graitification and they then used her as a treat for their husband without Gwen agreeing to it . She should feel violated, and on some level she did, but mostly she only felt fucked out and tired. She wasn't mad yet either, though she knew she would be. And yet, Gwen also knew that she was going to forgive them. She didn't really have any other choice.

~

It had been over a month since that day and while Gwen had avoided Imanie and Alaina for a while, she had now decided that she was ready to forgive them and move on . She still felt her skin crawl when she thought about the fact that Alaina was actually attracted to her, but she decided that she didn't exactly have much room to talk, considering how much she had ended up enjoying the things that Alaina had done to her . If she was honest with herself, she was kind of attracted to Alaina right back.

Which was why, when Gwen saw Alaina sleeping peacefully , she decided that she wasn't going to waste this chance for some revenge .

Alaina slept deeply and Gwen was strong enough to carry her, so it wasn't any problem getting her to the stockade that Gwen had found in the hoard . She'd set it up in a secluded corner of the hoard cavern and had been hoping that no one would mess with it before she had her chance . Of course, Alaina wasn't a deep enough sleeper to not wake as Gwen actually put her in the stockade, but she was groggy enough that she wasn't able to fight back until it was to late and Gwen had locked her in .

"What-!" Alaian started to shout something, but Gwen quickly shoved some cloth in her mouth to quiet her.

" Just a tiny bit of revenge. I'll even stop if you stomp you left foot twice. Do that now so I know you can," Gwen said, not wanting to actually hurt her sister.

After a second Alaina cautiously followed the direction, casting a curious look at Gwen . Gwen smiled at her and moved so that she was standing behind her. Gwen slipped off her own dress quickly and easily and pushed Alaina's up to leave her on display. Grinning, Gwen quickly uncovered another device that she'd seen in the hoard and hurried to get it in place .

It was a belt of sorts, looping both around the waist and between her legs to keep it in place. That wasn't was was special about the belt. That would be the cock-shaped attachment that Gwen was going to use to fuck her sister. But first, she needed to be wet.

Gwen ran her fingers along Alaina's slit, enjoying the way she shuddered at her touch, gathering the arousal that was already there . Then, she found her clit and began to play with it. In no time, Alaina was whining and thrusting her hips back against Gwen's fingers. It sent a powerful rush through her, this realization that she had total power over Alaina. She could do whatever she wanted to her, and Alaina would probably love it. It was beyond thrilling and Gwen was practically dripping at the thought.

Once Alaina was ready enough, Gwen pulled her hand back, chuckling at the whine that earned her. She pet Alaina's ass soothingly for a moment, letting her know she was still there, before guiding the head of her false cock to Alaina's womanhood . Alaina stiffened at the feeling, but Gwen simply sushed her soothingly . Then she thrust in.

There was something unspeakably intoxicating about hearing her sister groan and gasp as she thrust her hips back for more as Gwen fucked her . She refused to go slow or gentle, instead fucking into her rough, brutally claiming her and showing her that she was the one in control here . Alaina seemed to love it, her head tossed back as far as she could manage while she whined and wordlessly begged for more . Gwen gave it to her, grabbing her hips in a bruising grip as she drove her false cock into her. She wanted to leave marks on her, wanted to leave behind purple bruises that would remind Alaina of this for a long time .

Without thinking, Gwen slammed a hand down on Alaina's ass, driving a delighted shriek of pain from her. Gwen grinned at that reaction and did it again and again until Alaina's ass was brilliant red. She almost wished she had something she could've used to hit her with to give her even better markings. Still, this would be more than enough to keep Alaina sore for a while yet.

Gwen then reached down and began to finally give Alaina's clit some attention, not being gentle at all. Alaina screamed and made muffled sounds that could have been begging, but Gwen wasn't about to let up.

"You're a common whore for me, aren't you? For your own sister. You would let me fuck you and use you however I wanted and you would love it. You let me put you in the stocks like a criminal and you let me use you. I bet you would let all of Hollowfell use you if you were there. Would you even allow our father to fuck you? To put a child in you? You're disgusting," Gwen growled, not entirely sure where all that was coming from.

Still, Alaina seemed to love it. She shuddered and came on Gwen's false cock and Gwen didn't let up for another couple of moments, just to make her really feel how sensitive she was . Then Gwen pulled out and practically ripped Alaina from the stocks as she freed her. She yanked the cloth from her mouth and shoved her to her knees.

"Make me come," Gwen demanded and Alaina hurried to obey.

Her mouth latched onto Gwen's womanhood and her tongue lapped at her frantically . There was an edge to everything Alaina was doing now and the power Gwen felt in that moment was adding to everything a swirling storm that had her climaxing far quicker than she would've prefered . She gripped Alaina's hair to pull her away from her core and tugged her back to her feet. Alaina seemed dazed and Gwen honestly felt more than a little dazed as well.

Gwen took the lead, slipping her own dress back on and guiding Alaina towards the washing room so that they could clean themselves . She made a mental note to ask Imanie to gather some snacks and prehaps the three of them could spend some time curled around each other in the nest .

When Gwen had been sacrificed , she hadn't expected to live through the night. Becoming a bride of Zigenth and finding her elder sister was still alive was more than she could have ever expected . Every day that she continued to draw breath felt like a gift to her, but now that some time had passed, Gwen felt like she was settling into this new life .