Suma

Part 1

This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between a human and reptile, submission and flesh-bondage.

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The dragons were comparative newcomers to the isle of Severius, having come from the New Continent to dwell in the Western Mountains only seventy years ago. They have been a boon to mankind ever since. Their glorious migrating flight caught the humans' imaginations, prompting many to sail out to the land the creatures described, and this was the first discovery of the vast New Continent. The dragons brought protection to the humans who shared the mountains with them, bringing protection from the wild lizard men which had been plaguing the people for centuries, creatures that used humans to increase their own species numbers by kidnapping, transformation, rape and impregnation. And this allowed humanity to expand out from their fortified settlements and develop true kingdoms. The dragons were willing to share territories with humans and live amongst them, leading to a mixture of human and animal in social ways incomparable to any other across Severius.

But there were still major differences in custom between dragons and humanity. In the villages and towns that were also dragon rookeries, it was amazing how well the creatures co-operated so well, given when these differences surfaced and conflicted.

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The dragon came into the throne room on the shoulder of Queen Caldes. He resembled a tiny salamander, though was bulkier. His scales were a rich green, though with tiny red scales just under his ears and along his throat.

"Daughter, this is, uhh, Amas. The draconic emissary," she stated finally.

The princess looked at the gorgeous creature. She had expected the emmisary to be large enough to necessitate the opening of the main throne room doors. The dragon, if such a name could be given to such a little lizard, smiled, and flapped into the air. Emera gasped and ducked, but too late to stop him from landing on her head and nestling into her hair. The feeling of this was a little icky. Emera tried to think straight.

"It's a pleasure to, umm meet you, your…" not Excellency, or Honour, or Lord. She knew over fifty titles, human ones at least. Did she really need to give such a little thing an honourary?

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Amas," she said finally. She felt him hug the locks of her hair.

"Really? You seem rather nervous to me. Possibly because you were expecting me to be fifteen foot tall. Really a pleasure?" he said. The voice, from atop her head sounded quiet but deep. Emera nodded gently.

"Then you will positively enjoy taking me around the castle…" he replied, tilting to remain upon her. Emera, puzzled, curtsied to her mother and the courtiers and backed out of the room, as the little reptile rested atop her.

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The first day ended delightfully. He was the most informal creature she'd met, and she was glad that he was so small. He fell asleep with her on her pillow.

The next morning a lizard the size of Emera's head woke her up.

"Your castle is an intriguing construction. These manufactured caves are a surprisingly good idea. And now, I desire to see your kingdom." Emera moved her head back so she could get the bigger dragon into focus.

"But, Amas, I don't really know the kingdom. I've almost never left the castle," she said sadly. The dragon smiled, his lips curling back to reveal obviously carniverous teeth.

"Then I will show the kingdom to you. The forests I will learn about and teach to you." And after Emera and he had evaded the guards sent by their mother, they did so. In the bare beauty of the woods, they played tag, but the creature always won, reacting with incredible reflexes and fleeting after her with bright green wings. But Emera never minded this. The dragon made up a silly name game. He called her Suma. That night she saw him catch and swallow three frogs whole. She ran away from him in horror, but let him share her bed anyway, that night.

The next morning came, and the beast was the size of her arm. He stood on hind legs, astride her neck, and pressed his talons, clawed like a hawk's, against her lips. Emera woke up with a scared groan, as she looked up the underbelly of the creature. He craned his head downwards and his snout touched her mouth gently. She smiled a little and stroked him, to his pleasure. He hugged her passionately, with scaly arms that yesterday wouldn't even reach around her neck.

And on the fourth day she woke up with a dragon half Emera's size, and nearly her weight. He shared her bed now. As soon as she could escape the castle, they ran deep into the woods together, and played quite rough games now. He ran faster than her, wrestled her to the ground, tickled her on her belly when she tried to stroke him. With each game he became happier, but more demanding. She came back with a torn skirt, and smelled faintly of him from rubbing against the scent glands on his neck. Emera remembered the look of her mother when she saw the little princess, smelled her. The girl started to wonder herself how much her wonderful pet started to worry her as well. She slipped upstairs to get a shower. Her Amas slipped into her bedroom, opening the door. Emera whirled around, partially undressed, and covered her breasts. She felt only partially relieved that it was the dragon.

"Amas! How did you get in? The guards…"

"My Suma… your scent is perfect. Why do you wish to shower?"

"Umm… Because we've been running around… I'm covered in sweat," she said, blushing. Amas slipped into the bed and opened the covers.

"Come here, Suma…" he commanded gently. Emera looked about uncertainly. He commanded her all the time now, and she felt sure she should order him back. But she felt just the smallest twinge of pleasure whenever he asked her to do something, or submit to something, and she felt herself become a little more dependant to him. She hung her head and crept to him. He slid out of the bed and disrobed her with lightly moving claws. Emera's hands twitched as she felt his bone-like talons touching her body, but she let him disrobe her until only her underwear remained. This was scary! It felt good to obey him, and that was frightening too. She hovered uncertainly, then pulled her body into the bed against Amas' scaly body. Feeling his tail slide posessively over her form and wrap around her legs, her sweat made her skin stick to his. He cooed her to sleep, holding her tightly.

The sixth day came, and Emera was allowed into the woods routinely, her only guard Amas, who was now easily her height, and considerably heavier. They took the Queen's own riding lizard, a powerful, quadrupedal reptile Amera fondly loved, and she rode upon her while Amas stalked by her side. They went further into the woods than ever before, past the limits set by adventurous children, then beyond those of any sensible adult.

Emera looked around, warily. There seemed to be more noise around than either of them were making.

"I think someone's following us," she said, unsure. Amas looked around.

"Yes, it still is," he replied airily. Emera shivered. She didn't expect it to really be anything but her nerves.

"It's the Carnal." Again, Amas sounded confident and easygoing.

"But that's not supposed to exist!" squealed the princess. The Carnal was a feared, unknown and little talked about entity. But there were many stories about it's offspring, monsters that led the lizard men invasions. The Carnal herself was worse than any of her children, a behemoth which reproduced rapidly.

The dragon stopped, as did Emera's heavy, reptilian mount. She heard something rustling through undergrowth. It wasn't the repetitive steps of someone walking. It was the sound of creeping, of something sliding through the bushes and over the grass.

"Come here, Suma," said the dragon, softly. Emera immediately leapt from the lizard and embraced Amas, pressing her whole body against his scaly underbelly. Amas hissed gently and closed his wings around the girl. She stroked around the warm, scaly darkness and shivered.

"Please protect me, Amas!"

The dragon petted her through his heavy wings and nodded with approval.

“Always, Suma.”

The Carnal broke through the undergrowth and the riding lizard snorted and clawed the ground, her talons ripping up turf. As the legend confronted Amas, he looked up, grinned and put a single talon to his lips, making a 'shush' gesture to it.

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It was the eighth day. Emera awoke in the dragons arms, the bedsheets dangling down to his clawed talons. He held her up near the window, blew on her face, showed her the glorious morning. He was about twelve foot tall, rounded but very lean. Tightly bunched muscles bulged along his arms as he held the girl up easily.

"Good morning, Suma. This is going to be a very special day..."

"Why's that, Amas?"

She looked about bleerily. He held her like a baby, and she instinctively clutched his solid body.

"I'll wait for you to perfume yourself, girl." He craned his head forward, and Emera nodded quietly. It was a routine he insisted upon, and one she carried out immediately. She pulled out her forearms from the covers, and rubbed them along the slightly moist reddish scales at his throat. He nodded with approval as she drew them back. His nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent mixed with his.

"What will we do today?"

"Something entirely new..."

He unwrapped the bedclothes from her body. To Emera's amazement, her body underneath was naked. Did he strip her while she was asleep? She started to struggle but he cooed gently, rocked her like she was his child. She blushed head to toe from deep embarrassment as she looked at her plentiful, naked breasts, then at her loins, bare except for a brief triangle of dark pubic hair. All of her body lay snuggled in his grip. He pulled the sheets out from between his clawed arms and her buttocks and back, and she felt the tough, woodchip-like scales along his limbs

"Don't worry, you must be nude for both our comfort. Look at this..."

The dragon brought a large, gnarled claw to his chest and tugged gently at one of his wide underbelly-plates. It pulled away to reveal a warm opening into his body! She looked at the beast carefully, touched his chest.

"What? It... it's a pocket!"

"A pouch. Like a kangaroo's. I could carry you around in it, make you wonderfully comfortable while no-one knows where you are..." He put her down carefully to her feet. Emera's eyes were wide with curiosity, and she felt her shame at being naked lessen. She reached a hand into his pouch, felt around. It was almost smooth inside, filled with thousands of very fine scales.

"We can carry our Suma in the pouch while we fly. They are wonderfully warm and perfectly safe." He smiled, as he saw Emera's expression of wonder.

"Y, you can fly with me?" she squealed. He nodded.

"That can wait for another day. First, I will give you invisibility. Get into my pouch, Suma, the same way you would enter a sleeping bag..." He gently placed her onto the fallen bed sheets in a sitting position, then slipped easily onto all fours. Emera looked uncertain.

"Pleasssse…" sibilated Amas, as he looked down at her, smiled, flapped his wings. Emera blinked and giggled as she felt a cool draft sweep over her naked body. She looked at the huge, glinting green sails. The idea was very pleasing.

"Another day you fly. Today, you discover what it feels like to wander the palace naked," he grinned. Emera couldn't resist a shiver, and he gently stroked her in response. The princess felt her willpower drain, become the wonderful fluffy feeling of submissiveness. She slowly got onto her hands and knees in front of him, then hesitated. And finally, started to crawl backwards. His head passed over her peachy buttocks, and she nearly expected a lick. This was scary, crawling backwards naked, like a female manoeuvring into position to be mated. But she was used to doing everything he said. She obeyed his every command, and he'd never taken advantage, at least not in a way that didn't please them both. He took hold of her feet with a wide claw, slipped them against, then into the scaly slit in his belly. Her toes felt wonderfully warm in here. She continued to shuffle backwards and the pouch stretched to let in her feet, then ankles. The dragon was all around her now, his forelegs scraping gently past her shoulders, his expansive chest inches over her rump. Amas purred gently as the slit widened around her shins. It felt like she was slowly being swallowed, all warmth and smoothness. Before she knew it she felt her hips slip in, the scales rubbing gently against her vagina. Emera felt her hot flush spread slowly over her body again, just before she felt the dragon lurch suddenly onto his hind legs. Emera squealed and lost her balance a little as she stopped pushing herself in from horizontal and started to slide in, straight down. She felt a talon touch her bare back, then convulsions around her as the beast gently shook his body to bring her down and in.

"Wonderful... very good, little suma. What does it feel like?" he hissed, as his writhing caused her to settle upto the top of her belly. Emera grinned nervously and wriggled her toes in the spacious, warm depths. She adjusted her legs inside him, opened them just a little. Her hands groped around the lip of the slit. It felt quite nice, despite the feeling of mounting helplessness, proneness to him. It also felt nice for those reasons.

"I feel very comfortable. Like a baby dragon" she giggled. She had slipped in as far as the cusp of her breasts. One, then the other, squeezed into the pouch and she continued to descend. She could feel gentle curves and shallow valleys that marked his muscles. They were solidly packed, the sort a human male would die for.

"And females do use them to carry our young. Males use them to carry our Suma." He stroked her hair, smoothed it down as strands caught on his scaly chest.

"I thought Suma meant your young... I thought you were calling me your hatchling. So what does it mean?" Now she was up to her neck in him.

"What have I been calling you all this time?" He looked down to the girl, and convuulsed harder. The waves of movement sucked her down faster. She realised the definitions of muscles on his chest were slightly wedge-shaped, and the curves started to pull her legs apart. It took all her strength to keep her legs closed, just to remain decent while in such intimate contact. She felt a little afraid. Emera looked down at the barely noticeable bulge she made in him.

"Suma is the name of a female dragon who is the slave of a male. It always starts with being tricked or forced into the belly. No-one knows they are there. And no-one will know you are inside me," he said, chuckling slightly. He slid his hands over the pouch, rubbing through it to caress her stomach, then around her thighs. Swiftly he ran his claws to her knees and rubbed roughly, pulling them wide open, to the scratching noise of scales rubbing against scales.

"Wh... what are you doin..." she began, until a final convulse slipped her head under the pouch. It slowly closed above her, and where the lips touched they sealed. Emera squealed and looked up to see the light of day dissapear. Stuck in utter, close darkness she could hear his soft breathing, feel the heartbeat against her spine. Muscles pulled and pushed around her as she felt him move.

Slowly light returned - a soft red, membranous glow came from light filtered through the flap of scaly skin that trapped her. She struggled desperately, feeling the dull terror and thrill of entrapment. But movement was hard, and the slippery scales were impossible to hold or brace against without her soft skin sliding away and down. She continued to descend, until her legs felt the bottom of the pocket-like pouch, next to his thighs. She pressed her hands tight against the seal above her but it seamed to have... healed. She hauled her legs closed again, though it was amazingly difficult - between her legs a was a thick, hill-like ridge of muscle. Her legs wouldn't close again for long - the pouch seemed to be designed to keep her akimbo, and her legs were already tired of clutching together. As her legs opened slowly, the effort of standing became harder, and eventually she started to slip down the scaly sides into a squatting, kneeling position.

When she got low enough she felt something bobbing agaimst her thighs, then press tightly against the groove in her bottom. It was large and long, organic as her surroundings. She looked down, then suddenly shrieked as she realised that it was his penis against her! She struggled desperately to escape it, her hands and legs scrabbling against the pitlike thing she was trapped in, but his now firmer convulsions propelled her back down.

"Your struggles delight me," said a voice from his chest and throat, a sort of subvocalised whisper she felt rather than heard. "Your skin rubs against my scales pleasantly. Please, keep trying to escape..." Emera screamed with horror. She squirmed, but the pouch shape kept manipulating her body above his manhood, her legs wide open. Her leg muscles screamed their weariness and her knees started to bend, the erection firmly between her legs. Curiosity and fear of the unknown forced her fingers to touch the penis, and her eyes to peer straight down between her legs. It was thick, slightly curly like a pigs tail. Her fingers touched the area where it reached into a slit right next to what felt like his loins. In the light it glinted stark red. The animal thing was as thick as her forearm, and around twenty inches long. It was far too large for her, but she knew there was nothing she could do to escape it, not now. It's thick veins bulged out, the egg-like red tip sprouted out from the shaft of almost slimy green scales.

She screamed at the feel of her wildly shivering legs giving out, her loins descending, then the bulging penis touching her flaps firmly. The dragon chuckled as he pressed it slightly into her body, and she wailed to feel it's insidious nuzzling between her vaginal lips.

"The suma are will never lead a life seperate from their hosts, and they will never be able to choose what they want to do. Your life is now mine. You will basically become a part of me, another limb, or internal organ."

"Why are you doing this to me?" squealed Emera, unable to stop thinking about the solid, curled pole between her legs.

"Because you have lied down and become submissive to me. Because I want you to be with me forever. I love you, Suma..." He cuddled his belly, and she felt his arms around her chest. "Because I want to see you lose all status as princess and become a helpless, lustful little beast." He gasped with pleasure as her struggles started anew. He chuckled lightly and slipped to all-fours. Emera felt her world go horizontal again, then his muscles oozing against her flesh as he padded slowly towards the door. She breathed heavily, sighed with relief as his penis was pulled away, and she slid forwards to the front of his pouch.

Every step he took caused Emera to jiggle up and down in his sac. Her mouth was pressed against the skin, and her relief increased as she found that air was passing through it - when he breathed in it contracted, forcing stale air out, when he breathed out it refilled. She picked out the flagstones passing under her, through his membranous skin. She wondered whether her sight was becoming accustomed to the weird conditions or he was somehow making it translucent to her. She saw the feet of a handmaiden walk past, as she shook with panic, as she wondered if she would be discovered in this... position. The dragon reared up, and Emera shrieked as she felt something brush her privates. But as a door appeared in her vision, and a claw reached out to twist the doorknob she realised he was just freeing his front legs to open the door. Her Amas got back to all fours, padded onwards with a chuckle.

Emera strained to look ahead of her, and saw through the deep redness the floor of a big room. To her horror she saw her mother, on the throne, across a table set for the morning banquet. Amas weaved through the crowd of guests - Dukes and Duchesses, servants, royals from neighbouring kingdoms. People bumped gently against him and her, treating the dragon as just another person. Accordingly he picked up a plate, then walked three-legged towards the queen, people stepping aside smoothly to let the powerful creature through.

"A, Amas, what are you doing?" she squealed.

"Tell me Emera," whispered the dragon, "Why arne't you screaming for help now? How do you feel being naked in a filled room before your mother?"

Emera didn't answer. But it was something of a thrill, her bare body hanging down in front of them. She could do anything in here, and no-one would notice. But she couldn't face the shame of being discovered. The dragon padded up the steps and reared up again. Emera struggled, tried to escape being pulled downwards, but her aching legs were smoothly pulled wider apart once more.

She looked directly at the face of her mother just as the penis touched her slit.

"Your majesty," said the dragon. He handed her the plate of food. Emera felt his loins twitch, and right between her legs his penis slide up, nearly an inch into her vagina. Suddenly she shrieked, screamed, shouted for help. She had no choice but to be seen now, to escape him at any cost. Her mother was just a few feet away, surely she could see her, surely she could hear. The queen smiled, looked at Emera's host and took the plate. Amas whispered to his Suma, the subliminal, thrumming noise making his belly shake.

"Your body feels very good. Your mother must be proud of you..." She felt his thighs clench, and suddenly he thrust himself into her, his penis pulling in by several inches even though his body barely moved from the outside. She felt her vagina being opened wide, and became a focus of stretched pain and perverse sensation. Her vagina, now wet, ran trickles of lubrication down his staff.

"No! Aaaaaaahhhhh! Please, mother, help meee!" Her body was lifted by the thrust and she felt the weight of her body leave her knees. He front pressed tightly against his pouch. It ached inside her, the subtle corkscrew of his shaft boring into the muscles around the sides, appealing horribly. Amas rubbbed it inside her quickly, like an animals mating strokes. She felt full but only his cocktip was inside her.

"Dear dragon, where's Emera today?" asked the queen gently. The dragon smiled, Emera could somehow tell. He pulled out an inch and, buttocks tensing, tail twitching, he thrust in harder.

"She remains in bed, your Majesty," said the dragon smoothly as Emera felt his heart rate quicken, and his curling penis sank in eight inches, running easily along her birthing canal, causing stinging pain and deep, horrid pleasure. Her crotch was soaked with juices from her own body, and she cringed with fear and shame. Her Amas was raping her just feet away from her mother!

Amas rippled his manhood up further, pressed against the final barrier to her womb. She renewed her struggles, pressing out at his pouch and screaming. Looking upon the serene gaze of her own parent she experienced the first, most powerful orgasm of her life. She screamed with climax and terror, and beat the skin she was being thrust against. While soft, his skin didn't move much under her blow. The dragon suddenly pulled out, creating a powerful sucking feeling inside her slit, then ran back up again, maintaining Emeras' orgasm and building towards his own. His outstretched arms were only slightly shaking as the queen plucked a cake from the plate. She smiled simply, though with just a hint of unsure suspicion, it seemed to Emera. Her eyes opened wider suddenly, then she dissapeared into the red haze of the background as Amas slipped away from the throne. He settled into a merciless, shallow but fast humping pace as he calmly walked through the crowds on hind legs. Emera felt men and women slide past her body, nudging her through the dragon's skin, as she was kept feeling horny even through the depravity. Her slit was hot with the friction, her dripping labia pulling in and out with his shaft.

Ahead of her a door opened, a corridor came back into view, and then her room. The dragon closed the heavy door and oozed to the floor, placing enough weight on his front to make Emira whimper with fear, and feel her breasts spread like pools. Then he heaved forwards and slammed his penis hard into her open slit, swallowing ten inches of shaft into her. It bludgened at her cervix, and Emera screamed with pain. He pulled back and thrust again, and the tip ran through the passage again, stretching the barrier like rubber, then splitting it. Emera screamed and thrashed, as Amas calmed, stroked her sides through his skin. His penis ran through the raw rupture and oozed into her womb.

"I'm sorry… the pain won't last. And you don't need a cervix now," he said through a soft tone working up into a guttural snarl of savage pleasure.

Emera whimpered as he humped her with great, long withdrawals and sudden thrusts that took the egg-like head of his penis from her stark red lips to deep into her womb. Emera felt herself moving headlong into a second climax, out of any control but his. She felt his penis embed itself in her tummy and remain there, settling into shallow but fast spasms, and Emera felt all her muscles lock, her body tensing into joyous orgasm.

The dragon pressed down harder than ever before as his penis twitched, the head running against the top of her cervix. He growled harshly, and then the princess felt her womb start to fill with the monsters' semen. She screamed and entered her own peak, the pleasure diluting the pain, complementing it. Their liquids mixed inside her body and started to pour out of her vagina, pinkish from the addition of blood from what was her hymen and cervix. He groaned quietly, rubbed her belly through the blister-like pouch, and over a gallon of thick ooze slipped over her front and into her pores.

As Emera started to come down from her peak, she heard the bedroom door open. Amas remained with his belly and hind legs on the floor, but supported himself tiredly on his forelegs. The Queen walked into view, accompanied by a young, apparently pregnant handmaiden. Emera felt utterly exposed, naked, leaking his cum on her own slimy skin, just a few feet from her mother.

"Amas. Where is my daughter? Really?" It looked like she had been crying.

"She is truly Suma, your Majesty. She is truly mine now," He said softly. He twitched his hips gently, suggestively. Emera cowered as she saw the Queen look down at his belly, almost directly at her face. Her mother crouched, and squinted, as if to look in.

"You don't really want to see what I have done to your daughter, your Majesty."

"You have penetrated her, Emissary?"

"I'm still inside her. We have just finished our rutting, she's full of my semen," he hissed blissfully.

"Oh my..."

"I can feel it running out of her onto my pouch. She is up to her waist in the sperm. She's struggling hard inside me, weeping with shame. That's why I'm telling you, her mother, about it," he said matter-of-factly. "She hoped to be naughty, while unseen. But I feel her love of shame. That's why she will make such a good Suma."

"She is still human?"

"These are her final minutes as a human. You will not intervene?"

"Of course not, Emissary. She has gone in under her own will. Or yours."

"They are both the same now. All she is now is mine," he finished.

The Queen reached a shaking hand forward, and touched the dragons' chest. Emera, stunned, felt it over her face. She wished there were clothes in here.

"The dragon will look after you, daughter. Please try not to worry about what he does to you. He won't really harm you."

She stood and walked to the door. She turned around.

"You're no longer Emera. You're Suma. Tomorrow you won't even be a human. But I'll always love you, daughter, animal or not."

She walked out of the door. Amas felt his Suma's tears run into the pool of liquids. He got up and trotted into the shower. He twisted the tap, and waited for the splashes cascading down his hide to turn warm. Then he brought a claw to the top of his pouch and slit along where the opening used to be.

Emera looked up at the harsh light, whimpered with the hope of freedom and surged towards it. She screamed madly as she slipped against the wet pocket sides, and was pulled back down onto his dagger-like penis every time. Amas chuckled and got onto all-fours. Emera spilled out in a pool of warm fluids like a baby from an experienced womb. She looked up with fear as she untangled her naked limbs. Then she ran towards the door, wincing at the pain in her crotch as at long last she could close her legs.

"Emera! Stay," said Amas, his voice half order and half chuckle.

Emera stopped entirely by instinct, and the well-bred-princess drive to never misbehave. Then she looked back at the dragon, the creature that had rutted her, and she felt anger break over her.

"No, not any more!" she shouted, and opened the door. She galloped out, then stopped dead as she watched the maid walking down the corridor in front of her shriek. The maid was Clarabelle, one of her old nannies. Emera covered her ripe breasts with her hands and wept with shame. The nanny stepped back, then put her hands to her chest and smiled.

"My goodness Emera, you frightened me! I'm sorry I screamed. Oh, and by the looks of you you're not Emera any more. Suma..."

Emera watched the old face split with a wistful grin. She was aware of a liquid feeling, of the dragon's sperm escaping visibly out of her soaked crotch, running down her thighs and forming a little pool on the floor. She could smell it's pungent odour clearly, knew her nanny could as well.

"No, I'm still a human!" the princess cried back.

Then she felt a large shape coming from behind her. And a gnarled claw slip between her thighs and cup around her crotch. Clarabelle curtsied gracefully.

"Amas, your Grace," she said as she watched the dragon extend his centre claw up Emeras' vagina. Emera wailed and tried to move as the cruel, curved talon and paw-finger was buried to the last knuckle inside her, but her crotch tugged whenever she tried. The rough scales on the foot long digit scraped wonderfully against her insides, as his bumpy knuckles pressed against her sopping labia. He lifted his hand, and Emera squealed as she felt the not unpleasant sensation of all her weight being supported on her cunt. Her feet lost contact with the floor, and she tried to stretch to regain it. The tip of his claw slipped easily past her still open cervix and into her womb, as semen ran off his digit and onto the ground. Amas bowed to Clarabelle, hugged his handpuppet to his chest and turned around, tail sweeping in an arc, carrying away his pet human. Emera wept and cringed into Amas' solid, scaly skin. Her vagina started to clutch and squeeze at his thick finger.

"I was impressed with your willpower, Suma," he murred genuinely. Emera felt oddly proud of this. She felt her reserves all drained, and she simply, almost happily let him take her back into the shower, then drop her gently under the direct, fresh feeling burst of water droplets. He pushed her to her knees as he slipped free his claw, then stood proudly over her.

"I… tried," she said is resignation and awe as she watched the great creature, a monster she could not stop loving. He dropped as well. She watched him slide closer, then grip her head with a great paw and caress her mouth with the end of his snout.

"You don't need to run away from me any more, or refuse any command I make. You are not shaming human females, or humanity as a whole, because you going to become neither. All you will shame is yourself, and I will make sure the shame is great and tearful. Humans' and dragons' worth are measured by their achievements, Suma's are measured by the humiliation they earn..."

Suma

Part 3

This story contains scenes of non-consensual sex between humans and reptile, submissiveness, flesh bonding and transformation. The scenes in this story are particularly bizarre, please be warned.

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The affair at breakfast changed things for Emera. She stopped looking so embarrassed at her nakedness, and didn’t bother to cover herself even with her hands. Those dreams when she walked the castle naked were a firm reality now, and one she was no longer quite so shameful of.

It was getting towards the end of the day. Amas sat at an ornate writing desk in his room, dipped a clawtip into an inkwell and scratched black grooves into a tough piece of papyrus. His Suma lay on her bed, looking decorative while slowly masturbating herself. He turned to look proudly at her every so often, and admire how much she had accepted in just two days.

There was a polite knock on the door and Emera stopped, her index and middle finger halfway into her vagina and the tonguelike tentacle half out of it.

“Come in,” said Amas casually, closing the lid of the desk over his work. The maid walked in, cast her eyes over the naked Suma, her fingers still inserted, going very pink, and tittered in a curiously affectionate way. The Suma smiled a little and continued, feeling that little twinge of pleasure at being watched, while her fingers sank into and rose from the warm, wet cauldron between her legs.

She skirted carefully around Emera – only a few hours ago, the poor thing had unintentionally assaulted a guard when her vaginal tendril, seemingly with a mind of it’s own, tried to get into his pants. His armour prevented any embarrassment – for the guard, at least. The maid placed a light meal of live frogs for the dragon, and left curtly.

When the door closed, Emera paced over to her owner and leaned over him as he opened the desk and resumed writing.

“That’s not our normal paper. What are you doing, Amas?”

{This is a type of papyrus humans don’t use,} he replied in her mind. {It doesn’t work well with pens, but then, it’s really designed to take clawmarks of varying depths. It’s how the lizardman write.}

“..!” exclaimed Emera. Her mouth worked around the words, but her voice box failed to generate any sound. As she pointed quizically at her throat, Amas casually read her mind to detect what she was going to say.

{Just think your words, Suma, walls have ears. Or the guards outside our door do, anyway. Yes, lizardmen. Want to know what it says?}

Emera nodded.

{Dearest Carnal, The final hostage exchange is at hand. I intend for it to go ahead, even if the humans do not. There will be a long overdue end to this affair, soon.}

{What? You’re writing to the _mother_of_monsters?_ The chief of our enemies?}

{The lizardmen are the human’s enemies, not ours. We merely took the humans side in the engagement. And the lizardmen have no overall chief.}

{And what hostage exchange? All our prisoners and theirs were swapped at the end of the last war!}

{Actually, they weren’t. They still have one of our commanders, and we have one of theirs. Your old species refused to let their last prisoner go.}

Emera’s eyes widened. {We kept a prisoner for over 10 years? Surely not! My mother wouldn’t have allowed that!}

{Don’t worry about it, Suma,} he said softly, stroking her head. {She’ll be free soon.}

He returned to the parchment as the Suma groaned gently in response to the stroking, and he narrated the final line to her.

{Please be present at the clearing of our last encounter in two hour’s time. I stress again that I shall resolve the crisis the dragons have unwittingly and tragically inflicted upon the lizard people while allied to the humans. Yours with sincerity, Amas.}

He smiled slightly, took Emera’s hand and pressed wer wet fingers onto the rough paper, leaving scented dampness. Emera cocked her head with confusion.

{And with love, my Suma.}

Emera stroked her thighs softly as she felt her urges and those of her dragon sweep over her. They propelled her under the desk and into a kneel before his scaly knees, and gave her a strange, needy smile. She sat obediently at her dragon’s legs and brushed at the scales of his crotch. Amas obligingly let his pouch open and his soft penis slip free to nestle wetly in the princess’ hands. Soon he felt her hesitant fingers stroke along the bestial length, and her mouth tube writhe it’s way onto the end of it, taking him in like a vagina.

“Ahhhh... that’s _good!_” exclaimed the dragon happily, “That’s the first time you requested to be fed without me guiding you first. You’re developing well.”

Starting to twitch already, Amas held out the papyrus and dropped it. The sheet never hit the desk, but nearly seven miles away, it landed in the lap of the Carnal.

He leaned over his desk and clutched it firmly as down below his manhood flicked precum into his Suma’s tube.

{Mmm, nice, I can taste the soup!} thought the Suma, as she accepted her predicament even more.

“Yesss, Suma... That feels, so good. You won’t need to work hard, mmm, to be fed, nowww...”

Emera shrugged her pretty shoulders as she slid her mouth over the bulb of his manhood while a hand pumped at his shaft and the other returned to her pleasure-hungry vagina.

{As a princess, I never needed to work hard to be fed.}

Amas was right. After a few more seconds he clenched his fists, growled ferally and climaxed, gushing white semen into Emera’s tube, filling it and injecting the mess directly into her stomach. He thrust his hips forwards under the table with each spurt, until his flow died down to a trickle. Emera stroked her tube as she felt the delicious warmth occupy her tummy.

{Suma, it’s time for the next stage of your integration with me. And it’s come at a good time, as I need to have stealth tonight.}

Emera sighed and nodded. {I’m a little afraid of this. And of you.}

Amas chuckled and stood up, backing away from the desk. Emera followed him out on all fours, her tube finishing off the remnants of his sperm.

{I understand. Hug me, Suma, please. It’ll make you feel better.}

She did so, tightly. And became aware of her dragon’s belly scutes shifting, and the top of his pouch opening. She felt a sudden urge to return to the center of her love, her creature, whatever the consequences.

Amas nodded, his snouted face showing deep longing as well. He grew to four times his original size so that he could fit her in his marsupial pouch. Emera slowly, reluctantly climbed up her dragon as he expanded underneath her, then slipped her bare legs inside. Then pushed in her round buttocks, and her tummy. She squidged her breast down to fit them in next, until only her head was outside the warm, wet sac. Amas jogged gently until this too disappeared, and Emera was left to wallow in his warm, humid pouch.

The suma looked down as she felt a slight tugging sensation. Her venereal tube snuffled against his penis, which he had drawn back inside, then stretched around and swallowed it. Amas groaned with pleasure.

His pouch was more humid than before, and slick with liquids. Soon Emera felt them soaking into her skin, which was starting to feel... loose. The dragon's claw ran into his pouch and tugged at a flap of skin at her neck. Her flesh stretched like rubber, then suddenly split at her crotch, revealing naked muscles. He pulled gently, and the tear ran down her thighs and legs, reached to under her feet. Emera shrieked with shock, but her voice never left the organic chasm she was trapped in. Then her skin slid smoothly and painlessly from her body, like the glove from a hand. She screamed as her facial skin slid away from the muscles underneath, came away like a rubber Her arms were pulled upwards and the flesh from her hands came away. The skin on her stomach slid upwards, caressed the contours of her breasts, then her neck. Finally, it slipped off her body in one mass, and the dragon pulled the flaccid skin out of his pouch. She looked down at the skinned flesh of her whole body, a landscape of veins, arteries, muscle and fat. She had no lips, eyelids or nails! Suma thrashed inside the pouch, expecting pain to come at any second, but apart from her sensation of touch increasing radically, it all felt quite pleasant.

"Please calm, suma. You’ll not be hurt inside me. But you are now far too delicate to be let free. Even the brush of air would cause you agony. And that’s the last thing I want to have happen."

Her incredible sensitive, naked nerves picked out a crevice opening up behind her. A cloud of blood surged out and filled his pouch, soaking her skinless limbs. She shook with revulsion at the naked hole into Amas' body. His own nerves and arteries came free of her muscles and waved blindly like hundreds of tentacles. The barrier between his internal body and the pouch drew away, and the skin trapping her pulled taut.

"You're... You're putting me in your body!" she exclaimed as the pouch liquids mixed with the blood completely and her vision turned deep red. She was breathing it, tasting it's sweet tang as she swallowed. The Suma felt her back snuggle into a comfortable bed of raw muscles which  opened around her and pulled her into their quicksand-like embrace. Then she felt the nerves and veins of his body latch onto hers and merge. She could feel her blood flowing freely now, into his body, and be replaced with the dragon's. She had joined his circulation! Her muscles started to move and writhe, diffused into his muscles. She could feel the whole area of his sensation around her as his nervous system blended into hers. Soon she had no idea what was her body and what was his.

"There's no difference, little, lost Suma. Where you were a free entity, I’ve made you an internal organ," He said calmly. She felt his penis, rigid at the sensations of the merge, ease into her slit, deep into her integrated body.

"You are now, literally my sheath. You will contain my penis whenever we're not using it on anyone else."

The skin of his pouch pulled against the bare muscles of her chest, and gradually anchored to it. They shaped around her contours, as his hide bound itself to her. She realised quickly that his scaly skin was now hers. She experimentally pressed her face forwards to his skin, and again it attatched to her naked face. The flesh was now opaque, but there was a gentle red glow inside the dragon's body that she could see from. But against his skin, all her eyes could see was blackness.

Then the Suma opened her eyes. She was seeing out of the dragon's body, into the world! His arms were on either side of her, his legs down beneath. She pulled her arms forwards, felt the skin bind to them and watched as two humps drew out of the dragon, slender feminine arms, like hers but covered in the dragon's scales. She looked down, and saw her body, reduced to a few small bumps sticking out of his underbelly.

Amas craned his head over and licked her scaly breasts. These stood out further than anything else on her torso, the tough, hard nipples were almost pointed. She opened her mouth, slid her tongue free to taste the scaly lips that surrounded it. Her tongue was now long and lizardine. She hummed softly, happily as she felt Amas' wet tongue rasp over the sensitive scaly things. With a little more effort, she pulled out her belly. It was still pleasant and slender, and even her navel was visible, a little inward dip in the scaly bulge. Further down, she saw her crotch was anchored next to the dragon's genital hump. Actually, it formed part of the hump, her cunny resting atop it, invisible. She realised that if the dragon pulled his penis free, her vagina would also show itself.

Finally Emera pulled forth her legs, watched them emerge as if from a thick mud bath. But she felt her torso pull back in again, shrink from his body until her breasts were the only visible part. Clearly he was only letting a certain amount of her free at any one time.

Amas chuckled. He plainly enjoyed watching Emera's experiments.

"Some time in the future, I may let you escape me completely, Suma. But until then, you can experience the extent to which you are truly mine. "

* * * * * * * * * *

Dragon and Suma walked the midnight halls, Amas casually shafting her submerged body they went. He stopped momentarily to climax and pump the female with semen. She shrieked with delight inside his body as he filled her, then settled back into a four-legged amble. Suma pulled herself free of his penis, and it drooped down, fully exposed as she shifted inside his body. She looked around, her eyes hidden between the plates of his scutes, then withdrew and inverted herself. Her mouth apeared at his crotch, and her tongue snagged his penis to pull it into her mouth, hiding it perfectly. Amas sighed contentedly as he became erect, and pushed his manhood deep into her throat. She would never need to breathe, and indeed could keep his cock inserted deep for the rest of their intertwined lives.

He trotted through a main door and into the courtyard. Guards nodded to the dragon as they did their rounds. If in the limited torchlight they did see Emera embedded in his chest, they were too polite to say anything.

{Are you going to the dungeons? There’s no entrances to it in this direction.}

{No. The queen’s prisoner is not held by mere bars.}

They walked through a quieter area of the castle grounds towards the stables. Emera sensed Amas was concentrating on something other than her – his humping was now replaced by the gentle jostling of his walk. She pulled her mouth free without complaint from her dragon and pulled herself the normal way up, moving under his skin as if swimming through syrup. She sensed embarrassment from Amas as his member hung free of her body and dutifully reinserted it into her vagina, sheathing it.

For all her insular life, Emera had never wandered the grounds during nightfall. Therefore she never saw this unusual sight before. A tall, middle-aged woman with flowing tan coloured robes sat outside the stable entrance. She stood up and saluted the dragon as he approached – as a Sorceress of the Rakesh Order, she was a member of the military, and a very valued one at that. Invisible tendrils of power surrounded her – their presence could be felt against the suma’s scaly skin, and they made stray detritus and straw on the ground twitch and jump.

{Why is there a sorceress guarding the stables?} Emera asked her dragon telepathically. Amas smiled to the sorceress.

“Well?”

The woman smiled grimly and said, “I’m sorry, Suma. I can’t tell you that.”

{You can read my mind?}

“I can read your comunications between yourself and Amas, Suma.”

Emera blinked her sad little eyes and pulled her head closer to the surface so she could open her mouth. She noticed her teeth were now sharp and carnivorous, and her tongue was forked. Yet speech came easily.

“But I’m a princess! I... was, anyway.” She found her now reptilian eyes were scanning the woman’s body for curves that could be seen pressed against her robe. Heterosexuality was one of the many things Sumahood had taken away. Amas let her pull her whole body float to the surface.

“She wouldn’t have told you even if you were still a princess, Emera,” said Amas. The sorceress raised her eyebrows and her face went stony. Amas looked around and saw that the rest of the area was empty – who needed guards when a sorceress was present? Then he calmly stepped in front of the woman and lashed out with his foreclaws, grasping her arms and yanking her against his chest.

Both sorceress and suma squirmed as it happened. As the human started to shriek out a spell, Amas pushed her face over Emera’s breast. Her open mouth slid over the Suma’s scaly nipple and she breathed heavily, mouthing around it, trying to make a louder noise than a grunt.

Emera tried to push the poor sorceress free, but a wave of lust suffused her. Instead, her arms reached out and pulled the woman’s face more firmly into her bosom. Amas curled his wings about them both and lifted the little human up while she was trapped in the cocoon, then walked calmly into the stables.

{I’m sorry, I’m sorry!} whimpered Emera as she held the sorceress’ face firmly, and writhed to the sensations of the limbs pushing and writhing against her scaly hide, and the spellcaster’s mouth drooling against her firm nipple. She felt her teets itch, then droplets pushed free of them, forming a rivulet down one scaly mammary and mixing with the sorceress’ saliva on the other. The suma’s vaginal tendril pulled free and slid up her victim’s dress, searching desperately for a way into her hot body.

“Mmmfff, fffmmmppphhhhhsss...” drawled the sorceress as she swallowed Emera’s breast milk, while under her dress, the inquisitive, warm tentacle slid wetly over her panties and pulled it’s way through the legging. Her eyes widened fiercely when Emera slid her tendril deep into the warm chasm of her vagina. Her arms tried to push against the dragon hide, but the wings covering her gave no real room for manoeuvre. Her legs spasmed as the violating tentacle ground against her passage, sought out and thrilled the most sensitive places inside.

Emera sighed as she drank the pleasure-juices secreted by the sorceress’ aroused cunt. Soon, her captive stopped trying to spit out the teet and started to suckle. Her deperate wriggles lessened until they were just weak responses to her Emera’s probings. Amas chuckled as he felt the woman’s head bob against the tight membranes of his wings and saw her mouth make dainty suckling kisses at Emera’s breast.

Emera stroked over the woman’s human flesh. She felt half like a doting mother and half like a predator, hungry for pleasure. Both needs were satisfied by her breasts and voracious, squirming tentacle. Without the suma’s hand locking her head down, she slowly pulled herself free of the teet and whispered, against her wet breast, “I... can’t stop... Tasty...”

“Then don’t stop,” whispered Emera, pushing her mouth gently against the other teet. The sorceress resumed her suckling, bobbing gently against the rounded reptilian mammary. Her knees ground against Amas’ sides and her crotch thrust urgently against Amas’ shaft where it could be felt even through the suma’s groin. Inside her, the squirming tentacle devoured her liquids.

Amas walked down the straw-lined corridor, past dozing horses and riding lizards. Inside the embrace of his wings, the sorceress’ wrinkles smoothed out, and her homely body filled out with returning youth.

{Mmm? I’m young again!} came her voice, inside Emera’s mind. {I feel so horny! Gonna... come!}

Emera laughed and cradled her renewed body tightly as it spasmed and the sorceress pumped her liquids into the impatient tentacle, sating her assailant. Now her body started to shrink, and her face barely looked to be in it’s teens.

{It must be my milk, sorceress. But of course you can’t stop drinking it...} replied Emera.

She withdrew her full tentacle into her crotch when it looked to be wholly innapropriate to have it inside a girl of the age the sorceress now was. After a little while longer, she lost her pubescence altogether and became a child. Her cloak fell down past her shoulders and the suma took it off entirely. While the little human continued to suckle, she pulled off the oversize shoes and sock, tore away her underclothes and carefully prized free her earrings.

{What’s going to happen to me?...}

Amas looked down. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you safe... Oh, and, Suma? When I said the queen’s prisoner isn’t held by bars, I was only being metaphorical. It looks like she is after all.”

He pointed towards a very secure, spacious stall, the sort that could house an elephant. Emera looked up from her suckling child and through the massive bars at a little form inside. The creature’s nostrils twitched and she looked up inquisitively.

“My mother’s riding lizard?” asked Emera, puzzled. By now, the sorceress had become a little baby. But still she suckled, urgently.

The creature rolled to her feet and growled excitedly. Amas leaned down and bit onto the mighty stall lock. He exhaled powerfully through his mouth until the air writhed with heatwaves and the bars glowed red, then an incandescent orange. Eventually, his teeth bit into the molten lock and he wrenched it free, chewing and swallowing it like so much toffee. The riding-lizard leapt free of her prison and pushed her throat affectionately against Amas. He grasped something invisible around her scaly mouth and pulled, breaking the spell of silence.

“Suma, this is Sylith, the last commander of the lizard people to be freed. It’s my responsibility to ensure this happens.”

She looked into the passive, familiar reptilian face she had known for so long. It licked her half-submerged face and grinned.

“Hhhiiiit’sss, hhbeeennnn, ssooohhh, looong, shhiinnncceee I... wahhhssss lasst, ahhbllle, toooohhhh thaaalk!”

Emera was dumbstruck. The gentle little riding lizard that she learned to ride on, that took her mother everywhere, was an enemy? _Commanded_ armies of the enemy? Come to think of it, they did find her towards the end of the war...

“I’m... I’m sorry,” ventured the suma.

“Whaat forr?” asked the mount, stepping backwards a few paces and inclining her head to Emera’s.

“Umm... that we kept you impriosoned? That I rode you like a, uhh, beast of burden?”

“Wehhlll, you diidn’ht, knoww, abouhht thhe firrst,” she gasped, her voice becoming more and more clear, “Ahhs fohrr thhe lattehr? You didnh’t riide mee, ohften enough!”

The suma looked down at her baby as she realised the sensation of suckling at her teet had stopped. She now had a round little egg the size of her fist in her hands.

{Help?} asked the voice of the sorceress, hesitantly.

“What shall I do with her?” asked Emera, pressing the egg between her breasts. “I don’t want her to freeze in there!”

“She’ll hatch and return to her old size in a day’s time,” sais Amas. “As for warmth, your vagina is wide enough to hold her now...”

The egg shivered.

{No! I know this spell. The egg is porous, so it can absorb semen and give me the father’s traits. If... If I go in there, Amas’ seed will change me! I’ll never be human again!}

Emera opened her legs, as her lust tugged at her hands, made them bring it to her swollen, scaly slit. “There’s no choice. I can feel you cooling down already!”

The riding lizard made a dry chuckling noise. She squatted on her powerful hindlegs and lifted her tail. Emera whimpered as revealing pose tugged her slitted eyeswards her beast’s vent.

“I’hve noht been neahr malehs. Mhy bohdy is fine. Heh, shhe guarded mhe, now I cahn guard hher!”

The tiny figure of the sorceress, a half-developed embreyo inside the egg, sighed as the chill she was feeling was replaced by a wonderful warmth, and the steady beating of a riding-lizard’s heart.

{My fates’ in the lap of the gods,} she muttered.

“Your fhate’s in mhy cunt,” answered Sylith.

To be continued,

By Hedonism