Author's Note

Started a poll to see what I should write next, and people voted for an alternate ending. Here it is, ya filthy animals. ;)

Might upload bonus chapters if I'm in the mood.

Alternate Ending

“Please…” Ember whispered, her eyes closed. “No more…”

The bloodstone glowed, and her body lifted off the floor. Forced to her knees, the magic released, and Ember fell onto her arms, head hanging over the cold concrete.

“Please stop…”

Carbone smiled. Oh, how much he enjoyed this! He placed a single claw beneath her chin and lifted her face to his. “I don’t know. It depends. Will you be my new bride?”

“Yes…”

“I don’t believe you. Maybe if you kiss me, it’ll be all the proof I need. Don’t make it cheap, either. Really lay into it.”

Ember’s eyes opened halfway. Shakily raising her head, their muzzles interlocked. The tip of his tongue brushed against hers. She pressed in further, and the tongues wrapped together. Her eyes shot open. Raising both talons to his necklace, she --

A bright crimson surrounded Ember, and she suddenly couldn't move. Her eyes widened with fear, expecting Carbone to lash out in some way. Instead, his muzzle remained locked with hers, the tendril of flesh sliding around in her mouth. It lapped over her's. He slurped and pushed against her tongue, toying with it.

Just when Ember thought it would never end, he pulled his muzzle an inch away from hers, their saliva intermingled into a bridge. "I knew you would try something," he said. "But I wanted to give you the chance to make things easy."

Raising a talon, he placed it against Ember's chest and forced her onto her back. A sharp pain shot through her head as it slammed against the concrete. The wyvern prince suddenly became two, three, four, and back to one as he brought his face near to hers. "I'm glad. I was beginning to really enjoy making a mockery of you. And now I will degrade you in every way imaginable."

Carbone kissed her neck vigorously. Ember moaned, her face turning a bright red as his soft, warm lips pressed against her scales. He would pull away subtlety with loud, slobbery smacks and dive back in. He focused the amulet's magic onto her arms so that they would wrap around his neck, and plus he liked how she tried to wriggle out from beneath his claw.

Ember dreaded every moment of it. His tongue tickled against her throat, and not in a way that was endearing. Every time he pulled his head back, he left behind a thick trail of saliva. She gagged, and that gag would be staved off by another moan.

Eventually, something warm and very wet slapped down against her jugular, and Ember could immediately tell that it was Carbone's tongue. It slid upward, trailing across her chin. It reached the tip and trailed back down, then back up. He removed his foot from her chest and pressed all of his weight into her.

Ember let out a loud huff, blubbery huff. Using the amulet's magic, he lifted her hips off the floor and snaked his tail around her body, entwining her torso and removing the magic. "There," he said. He leaned his forehead into hers, their snouts smashed up against each other. "Now we're really together.

Ember squirmed, trying her best to wriggle out of Carbone's tail. He merely chuckled and locked his lips with her. She tried to yell, "Get the fuck off my your creep!" or something equally debasing, but it came out as a muffled scream.

This delighted Carbone, and he closed his eyes as he enjoyed the soft palette of her mouth, the vibrations of her squeals making him erect again. In Ember's kicking, she kept on bringing her hips up and unintentionally brushing her pelvic against the tip, and a pleasant pulse would run through his rod. Carbone saw no issue in letting her have her tantrum.

His tongue snaked to her throat and trailed downward. Ember shot out one last distinguishing huff of air from her snout and clench her eyes shut. She continued to kick, thrusting her hips up against his penis and pulling back a silver sticky strand that elongated and broke apart.

Finally, Carbone reeled his tongue in. He lifted his head and stared down at his prisoner. Ember hacked up spit, a thick line traveling down the side of her mouth and onto the floor. "Fu--" she blubbered. "Fu... fu..."

Carbone knew what she was going to say. After all, he had gotten to know his queen so well in the last few minutes. He lowered his head back down, plopped his tongue against her cheek, and ran it upside her face. Ember clenched both her muzzle and eyes shut, trying to press her head as far down into the floor as she could. Carbone thought she looked cute like that, so he did it again. Slowly.

He could feel Ember's heart beating out of her chest. Laying on top of her felt like being spit-roasted over an open flame, a very comfortable open flame that made you want more, more, more fire. He pressed his hips down into hers, his fully erect penis which now vibrated with temptation brushed up and down between her labia, creating a loud slicking sound. Carbone moaned with delight as his penis slid so naturally through.

Then Ember bit down on his neck.

It was quick. He had lifted his head up for one second and she shot toward it, clasping her jaw over his throat. She squeezed her them tight together, sinking her teeth in and drawing... nothing.

Carbone chuckled, continuing to thrust his penis between her folds. "You're the Dragon Lord? Really? A smart dragon would have studied their enemy before deciding their attack. Our hides are thick, much thicker than your typical dragon's."

He focused his magic onto Ember's jaws and pried them apart, forcing her head back against the ground and relinquishing the magic. "Let me really show you how it's done."

Ember let out a loud scream as he bit down on her neck. Typical dragon hides are also thick, so his teeth didn't puncture that deep, but they still drew some blood. Carbone's jaw remained clamped down around her neck, although he made no attempt to rip her throat out. He didn't want her to die, after all. He simply wanted to have his way with her.

His tongue lapped against her thyroid, dick rubbing against her pussy. Ember continued to scream as feelings of pain and unwilling pleasure coursed through her body. He couldn't quite decide when to dive in, as he was enjoying the feeling of just being on top of her and taking as long as possible to get to the point.

But then he remembered what it was like to be inside of her. How warm and moist it was. He wanted to go back in, but this time he wanted to take as long as possible. Stay in it. Finish in it.

His penis slid out of her folds like sword from its sheath and his hips rose, rod pointing straight toward her opening. Her labia split apart vagina red and pulsating.

Between grunts of pain, Ember growled. "If you fucking--"

Carbone rammed right into her, jerking her body violently against the floor, and the dragoness let out another roar of pain. He chuckled internally to himself. Oh sweet dragoness, when will you learn?

His thrusts were hard, made easy by the moistness of her tunnel. Her pussy was tight, her walls feeling as if they were squeezing down tighter against his dick the harder he fucked her. Ember groaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he clenched his jaw tighter and increased his speed.

Ember, meanwhile, wasn't having so much fun. White-hot pain tore through her neck as his teeth sank through. Her vagina burned with a mixture of enthrallment and a legit burning sensation that to some degree really hurt. This, added with the entirety of Carbone's weight boring down on her made it to where the unwanted enthrallment doubled against the pain. A different feeling slowly began to reveal itself.

She dug her talons into his back, hoping that would get him to stop. Carbone responded by standing, bringing her hips up with him and continuing to ram his pelvis against hers. Ember wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, moaning loudly while he slid in and out. He removed his jaw, the sweet taste of iron lingering in his mouth. Thin trails of blood from tiny punctures cascaded down her neck, splotching the floor with droplets a rich ruby.

He pressed his face into Ember's, staring into her hateful eyes with pure satisfaction. She clenched them shut, and Carbone responded by ramming into her harder, her moans increasing in volume.

A feeling began to well up inside of Ember. The outside world became distant. All there was her, and the wyvern prince on top of her, ravaging her, desecrating every ounce of pride she had. All she felt was pleasure, a despicable pleasure that she wanted nothing to do with. She wanted it to stop. She wanted him to cum inside of her so that it would all be over.

The feeling inside of Ember grew, her loins a fire of the hottest variety. That fire grew and spread throughout her body, devouring every sensation so that all she felt was pure bliss. Pure, disgusting, bliss.

"Stop..." she huffed. "I'm gonna..."

Carbone heard her, but he merely responded with a smirk. He continued thrusting into her, pussy juice casting down her tail and dripping onto the floor. By now, sliding in and out of her had become instinct. It was all he knew. Not a single movement required thought, and his dick felt nothing but the smooth, velvety insides of her vulva. He clenched his eyes shut, gritted his teeth, and thrust faster.

The fire inside of Ember became unbearable. She couldn't hold it any longer. She let out a loud, piercing scream as her walls contracted around his cock. The feeling of her vagina tightening around him filled Carbone with unspeakable pleasure, and he wanted nothing more than to cum. He continued to pump in and out of her, slowly as her tightness slowed him down. Still, the feeling was euphoric, and the urge to spill became dominant.

Carbone lifted his head high into the air and let out a roar as he came inside of her. His cock pulsed one, two, three times as he released an onslaught of sperm inside of her. Some of it leaked out, dripping down her ass cheeks and tail. Ember screamed the entire time from a mixture of pain, pleasure, and disappointment. Disappointment that she had allowed him to degrade her like this. Disappointment that she failed her kingdom.

Her body relaxed, arms splayed out against the floor. Carbone remained inside of her until his penis became limp and slid out, pulling a sticky net of two juices with him. He unwrapped his tail from around the dragoness's body and her legs hit the ground. His penis twitched a few more times, the exciting feeling still lingering.

Finally, Carbone chuckled. He stared down at his new queen, her chest moving up and down. He just banged the hottest piece of ass around. No just any hottest piece of ass, but the Dragon Lord. It satisfied him. It satisfied him even more that he would have his way with her many times over. It satisfied him that the Dragon Kingdom now belonged to him and that his father would be forced to bow down against his will. He had earned his rightful place as king.

He swiveled around toward the door and made his way toward it. Just as he focused the amulet's magic onto the amulet, he turned back to the other wyvern's in the room. "Do what you wish with them, just keep them alive. They're part of our kingdom now."

They responded immediately, picking a dragoness and mounting them. Carbone didn't stay to watch. After all, he had a bath waiting for him. Oh, how he would enjoy being king!