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 amateur 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 ever harm a living female after mating until she laid his eggs. This protective instict was what gave human females the ability to ride the drakes. All that had been needed was a way to consistently survive the mating, and it had been a simple matter to procure talismans that allowed a woman to temporarily grow to a size large enough to accomodate a dragon. Male dragons already preferred the largest female available, even to the point of mating with a larger female of another species instead of a female of their own kind. They would spurn a fertile female dragon without regret, in favor of a Dragonbride grown to nearly their own size. Even after they reduced themselves to normal size, the protective instinct that took hold of the drake would remain, her smell imprinted on his mind. He Brunette would protect her with his life, feed her if she grew japanese hungry, allow him to ride him without complaint. Nothing she could do would prompt him to harm her in any way. It was simple to train a drake once those things were true. "Of course," the Dragonbride had continued, completing her explanation to a Swyena who had weak-kneed and redfaced as she had heard all this, "It is only neccessary to mate once... since we cannot bear eggs, the protective instinct never asian wears off. No need to worry about being eaten." She had smiled, perhaps attempting to console Swyena, who must have looked nervous to her. Nervousness was what she would have expected, after telling a girl she had to lay down with a dragon. Swyena had not been nervous, then or now. In truth, she had been struggling to hide a feeling of excitement she had not known before in her young life, a flush of arousal so powerful it was all she could do not to pant with eagerness. Embarrassed with herself, she had played along with the expectations shown to her, but brooked no delay in being allowed to select her drake. Her mate. Her husband. Head swimming with thoughts of being pressed up against one of the perfect beasts, so powerful and dangerous, an animal that would be so rough in using her it would kill her at the size she was now, it was all she could do not to rub her thighs together as she had gazed upon all the dragons seeking a mate upon Sunspawn. Dragons were streamlined creatures, with every piece of their body that faced forward rounded or angular in order to split the wind, all their backward edges tapered into points or wedges. Their heads were blunt, jaws and eyes fitting into a head as rounded as a pestle, nostrils flaring as they sniffed for a female. The only part of them that wasn't aerodynamic was their cocks, two and a half feet of purple flesh as wide around as both Swyena's arms put together, flat-headed and dripping with a slick, musky precum. She trembled at the sight of them, and it was those she looked at more than shape or color in order to determine the drake she wanted. Finally, thighs practically coated in the evidence of her arousal, she had approached the male she had chosen for her mate. The talisman was tight around her neck, and she had been marked with the scent of a female dragon so that the drake would not immediately take her for prey. Every step towards it was a risk of collapsing, the sight of the beast that she would name Dumin exciting her more than any cumshot human man she had seen, her eyes locked upon his brutal, twitching cock. She wanted to do more things with that cock than she knew how to put a name to, but in the sight of other the Dragonbrides who supervised her rise into their order, she had only done as she was told was neccessary. The first step was to lie down, as had been emphasized many times to her by her teacher. The talisman would make her larger, but the human body was not built to be as large as a dragon. “Inspiring, no?” Ealaín said. I told her the address and gave her Jessica’s name. “God, I've really missed you.” She moaned, as I sunk into her. every minute as their big cocks filled me. I pulled out a tube of lubricant and handed it to Emma. Master would never allow that." 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I say, im glad I saw you naked, even if it was by accident and im glad it does not count. Her bra and crotchless panties were lace, the bright yellow fabric contrasted nicely against her tanned complexion. Pleasure amateur shot down my shaft. We need one another to survive. “It’s Brunette your fault, you left me last night and then you were with her, I called her a slut ‘cause she asian went to your room.” The countess introduces me to her people. You arrive at the hospital morgue and load the body bag containing Michelle Marsten's corpse in the hearse and start back to the funeral home. He's a little groggy.