Only that they were unbeatable in japan battle by mortal men, as unbeatable as an hawk was to a mouse. They were the only natural predator of humans that anyone knew of, and their territory had been pushed back slowly as mankind's had spread, killed one by one by chance or hundreds at a time by nest raids. The last and largest nest, Sunspawn, had only survived because of a group of women who had discovered the secret of taming dragons. They directed the dragons in counterattacks against any foe that meant to kill them or their mounts, fiercely protective of the power their secret granted, power that depended on the species of dragons surviving. No army or assassin had ever made it through, and after hundreds of years of stolid defense, Sunspawn slowly became a place of power among nations, feared but respected, and the order of Dragonbrides had grown. Swyena Ryllyn had been recruited from a village on the outskirts of a conflict between two nations that disputed the lands she lived in. The war had gone on for years, with the Dragonbrides intervening but rarely, yet she had never missed being close enough to see those powerful shapes in the sky when the battle was nearby. In place of a social life, she had taken up what few books there were in her village relating to dragons, reading them over and over, sketching the peeks of dragons she got so she could stare for longer, fantasizing about riding them one day. When the war had ended, a Dragonbride had come to her village to deliver news of what king they would now be bound to, and to ask if there were any among the girls of the village who thought they had the steel in their spines sufficient enough to join and rise in the order. Despite a distinct lack of steel in her japanese asian spine, Swyena had been practically pushed forward by her family, who had come to consider her a useless layabout with her head in the clouds. She had been awkward in her body then, an ugly duckling they thought unlikely to even marry well, and they were eager to pass her off. She had stood trembling before the cold eyed gaze of the Dragonbride, though it was more the giant dark green shape of her drake curled behind her that had weakened her knees, and with excitement instead of fear. Her first ride had taken her breath away, strapped into a saddle attached behind the woman's own. The beauty of the land below her, the magnificent strength and power of the beast between her legs, the most dangerous animal alive tamed and held to her thrall... That first taste had been enough to make her certain she would have her own dragon whatever it took. That eagerness had served her well in her training, where she had absorbed the ten thousand things a Dragonbride had to know with a mind like a sponge, never needing to be told a thing twice. Her fascination with the dragons had fuelled her quick rise among the ranks, and despite her lack of ability in combat, it was clear to those in charge of the training that she would be a more than sufficient rider. It had taken years, during which she had gone from awkward to passing fair, though there were no men to notice. She had hardly noticed herself, engulfed in her training, consumed by her need to have a dragon of her own, a need that burned in her bones every waking moment and filled her dreams when she slept. It was in the last month of her training, when she had already passed every test of confidence and knowledge that a Dragonbride must submit to, her position among the ranks already assured, when she was told the final secrets a Dragonbride must know. Upon the mesa of Sunspawn, she had been taken up through the fortress carved in the rock to the sheltered flat top, where the dragons were anal bred and fed. Parts of the secrets were known to her, before she saw. She had known from her training that dragons did not land, save to eat or to mate. They did not even land to sleep. She had known that the only dragons that could be ridden were males, the drakes. She had even known that most dragons were born female, but that most females died before laying eggs. She just had not put it together. No one ever had before seeing, or else the secret of the Dragonbrides would have been known. There upon the top of Sunspawn, she had watched as female dragons only weeks old, fully grown but still no larger than a man, had been pinned to the ground and mounted by drakes as large as five horses. It seemed the females were built to take the disproportionate mating, as the shafts half as large as they were did not split them, but still many died from the rough coupling. Those few that were only injured afterward were promptly taken into the air by the male, and did not return until they were ready to lay. After laying, the male would eat them. While Swyena had watched, heart pounding as each part of the life cycle displayed by a different pair of dragons, a Dragonbride had explained. The mating habits of the dragons were the key to taming them. Why more female dragons were hatched than males was not known, but the males ensured only the strongest females survived to bear eggs, which was truthfully their only function. Male dragons were already the perfect predator, limited only by their intelligence, which was only slightly higher than a dog's. When a female died as they mated, they seemed not to care, eating the dead female as they would eat a man. When the female survived however, the drake would become extremely protective of her, fending off other males and any threat that came near, taking her away to hunt for her and feed her. No male would exotic ever harm a living female after mating until she laid his eggs. Janie's tits were rock hard and her nipples were fully erect, as was my throbbing cock! But how to find one like that?” Flood her mouth.” She turned, glanced deliberately at my erection then back into my eyes, she blushed attractively and said softly “Fucking volcanic” then spun and walked away. She was biting my clit and hurting me, but I guess that she had worked out that I would enjoy it. She was still giggling helplessly as I left the room heading for the kitchen. Do me first!” Threw my Nike’s back on and headed out towards the cameras. Good god, there must have been nearly a quart of warm, white sticky cum in the bag. And so Rachel reached round and started to rub her hands up and down his rock hard member. Why? 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