Jana roared out her triumph as she held her head high, her long, scaled neck held straight up to the sky. Blood dripped down her throat as she tore into her prey. It had been a long hunt, but a satisfying one. She loved every minute of it. The dead dragon before her, once known as Chraska, had been found guilty of treason to the High Lord, and sentenced to death by the Hunt. When she heard, Jana had been ecstatic, and had petitioned to be one of the huntresses. The chase had been long, and no few of the wounds she now bore had come from other hunters after this prize. But she had won, and now feasted on the heart blood of the prey. Some other dragons found the feral practices of the White clan to be base and uncivilized, but Jana knew that secretly they envied the glorious sensation of it.
After tearing the male dragon's heart out, and devouring it and much of the rest of his carcass, Jana tore off his head. It was almost surprising that he was still recognizable, and even handsome. Pity he had to be fool enough to act against the High Lord of the clan, and get caught as well. Oh well. No regrets! thought Jana. Her body was warm and invigorated with the exertion of the hunt and the blood of her prey as she flew awkwardly on her torn wing back towards the Palace. Other hunters saw her, and might have thought of attacking her for her prey, but there were too many; even the white clan has honor, and someone would have reported the transgression. It's almost regrettable she pondered, while concentrating on flying with as much grace as possible. I would almost enjoy another fight. Her bestial nature was coming to the fore as she flew along in her gory might. She knew that those watching envied her, not only for her kill but for her power. She was considered a mighty dragon, for her young age.
Jana landed in the courtyard of the palace, and was rapidly shown in to the High Lord's chambers. She could smell the blood-lust from him, as well as the anger. His scales practically shone with it, and as he shifted to face her it was hard for her not to cower under his fury and glory.
Ancestors, what an incredible beast! she thought. He was an enormous example of a white dragon; his muscles rippled with evident power, and his scales, claws, and fangs shown brighter than steel. He exuded an aura of command as well as of might and cunning. He was like no other white dragon she'd ever met, and she found her body responding with intense desire. On top of the blood-lust of the Hunt, this lust was hard to bear.
The High Lord of the White Dragons grinned broadly in pleasure at the young huntress in front of him. Jana could read enormous pleasure in his eyes, and felt a thrill run through her. She had never been in his Presence before this, and she was excited. She hoped for a great reward for this great prize. The dead dragon had been highly ranked, and she knew she had shown superiority by claiming his head.
"YOU HAVE CLAIMED THE KILL" the High Lord rumbled. His voice shook Jana to the bones, and she had to fight not to writhe in pleasure or pain at it. She wasn't sure which it would be, but she could not afford to show such weakness.
"YOU ARE JANA, OF THE EVENING-STALKER CLAN?" His tone made it a question, so she nodded. "YOU HAVE KILLED ONE OF GREATLY HIGHER RANK THAN YOU HAVE. I AM IMPRESSED." Jana grinned in spite of herself, then bowed and regained her control. The High Lord seemed amused by her reactions, and rose up off his throne. He was easily half again her height at the shoulders, and she felt very small indeed as he stalked around her, sniffing her, the blood on her scales and chest, and the head she carried.
"YOUR FAMILY WILL BE WELL REWARDED FOR THIS. SERVANTS WILL SEE TOO IT NOW, AND TO THE PLACING OF THE TROPHY." Two smaller dragons came in, cowering, and took the head. It would be placed on a pike in her family's hall, and a substantial reward would be sent to them. She was proud as she waited to be dismissed.
Rather than dismissing her, though, the High Lord dismissed the servants and continued to circle her. Jana began to have trouble holding her confident posture. The proximity of the Lord of the whites was sending thrills through her groin, and at the same time his continued stalking was unnerving her. She was feeling very unbalanced and confused, when he stopped and turned to a large curtain behind the throne, saying only "COME!" A murmur spread through the court, but she dared not wait to find out what was going on. Her confusion continued as she followed the departing dragon through the curtain and down a hallway, then through another archway.
The new room she entered appeared to be a sitting room of sorts, and the High Lord was already seated, and gestured for her to do so as well. Servants appeared, moved a heavy panel in front of the arch, presumably to create privacy, and left quickly.
The Lord smiled at Jana, and she nervously smiled back. There was a strange light in his eyes, which thrilled and frightened her. She found herself wondering what HIS blood would be like, if tasted during the heat of battle, or even the throes of desire.
"I am very impressed, young huntress," he said. Jana was almost shocked at the normal tone of his voice as he continued. "Your family has always been a strong one, and an exceptionally intelligent and cunning one as well. I am pleased. Please, make yourself at ease here. We are no longer in the formality of the court. I wish to speak to you on a more personal level."
Jana pulled herself together, and in a voice thick with nervousness and other emotions, responded, "I am honored at your attention, High Lord."
He laughed, and said, "At this time and in this place, you may call me by my name. I am Draksha, and it is my honor and pleasure to have you here."
Jana smiled, recovering more and more of her proud confidence as the conversation continued. Draksha continued, "Like all our race, I loathe the use of roundabout phrases and pretty words in all matters. That is for the deceitful black clan, not we. We do not skulk in shadows. We ride the beast and are ridden by it. I see that you are on very intimate terms with your beast right now." Jana blushed, but did not deny it. The blood of the kill was still thrilling her, and she was starting to smell desire from Draksha as well. Ideas whirled in her mind.
"You are young, strong, and intelligent," he said, as he stood and started to approach, "And I can smell your lust as you can surely smell mine. I propose another hunt, without winners or losers, but to the satisfaction of all. At this moment, I wish to fuck you until you scream. But you are not the sort to be submissive. I admire that in you. So I propose that we hunt each other, not for wounds and death, but to see who shall top whom. To the pleasure of us both."
Jana grinned widely. Nothing would more please her at this time, and in fact her thoughts had been running in that vein. She told him so, and he smiled. They proceeded into the next room, which had a skylight. A small, yellow dragon entered, and Jana was asked to relax. The new one proved to be a healer, and repaired her wounds fairly rapidly, as none of them were extreme.
"Shall we start now, Draksha?" she asked when the healer had left. The heat was growing in her groin, and she wanted to let loose her beast to fuck or be fucked.
"YES!" he roared, and shot out the skylight before Jana could blink. She flew out after him. He lead towards the humid jungles to the south, where there would be few others of their kind, and led her a merry chase through the top layers of trees. He was faster, and more experienced with the terrain, but Jana's smaller more sinuous form gave her an advantage, so she started to gain. Also, the power of the blood of her kill raced in her veins, giving her new strength.
Just as she was almost within reach of him, he dropped, smashing a tree in the process. Jana careened into the waiting branches where he had been a minute before. He was now far below her, in the clearer areas around the great tree trunks, and she was entangled in the vines and branches. As she struggled, they seemed to get tighter around her limbs, so she relaxed and began imperceptibly loosening her muscles to work herself free.
While this was happening, Draksha flew up behind her, chuckling. "You seem to be in some distress, huntress. Let me help!" He pulled on the vines holding her hindquarters, which tightened and pulled her legs apart, leaving her pussy wide open. He chuckled and flapped his wings slowly so he was hovering just below her. He sniffed at her pungent juices, which were now freely flowing with her excitement and frustration. He then began to nuzzle her slit with his snout, and he reached out with his tongue and rapped it around her clit. Jana could not help but moan, although she was still working on slowly freeing her limbs as well. Draksha's tongue circled her clit and firmly stroked it, as the scale-ridge of his snout rubbed along her nether lips. She moaned and writhed as it became harder and harder for her to concentrate on her careful movements. Draksha, meanwhile, was becoming near-intoxicated with the smell and feel of her juices flowing freely along his snout. Finally, her body was wracked and shaken as she tightened in a powerful orgasm. She roared out her pleasure through the trees, and several of the branches and vines holding her snapped with her spasms.
Draksha then quickly climbed up her body, as she was still helpless in the throes of ecstasy and held suspended by the branches. His cock was hard and fully extended from its sheath, and he himself was nearly trembling with his desire for her. He thrust quickly and powerfully into her, sending her into more wracking spasms of pleasure. She was hot and very wet inside, and he gloried in the feel of her young flesh. He roared as her muscles tightened around him, gripping his cock tightly, and he thrust as hard as he could. His body tightened, and he sunk his claws deep into her back as he rammed into her cunt from behind, and finally shot his seed into her. Her body continued to spasm in another orgasm, and drew every last drop out of him, draining him and filling him with beastly pleasure and satiation.
As Jana felt Draksha relax, she gathered her strength and made one mighty, tree-snapping pull on the restraining vines. The last of the branches snapped, and she was free! Draksha regained his senses immediately and flew above her with a large grin. They were both still feeling aftershocks of pleasure.
Draksha started to speak, when Jana winked at his and turned rapidly in the air, whipping out with her tail at the same time and smacking him on the right wing. He regained control quickly, but not before she had disappeared. He laughed and shrugged, and started to follow her strong scent along the air currents.
He didn't get far through the trees before he felt something cool touch his tail. He whirled in midair, and found himself putting his head through a noose which tightened as rapidly as the one he now had around his tail. The smaller dragonness came out from between the trees and before he could truly adjust to his new position, she had bound him even more securely than she had been bound. The nooses and bindings did nothing to threaten him, but he could scarcely move as she flipped him over on his backside in midair. He grinned, and said, "Well, hunter becomes hunted, and predator becomes prey. The way of the beast is always clear."
Jana grinned. "Your lordship seems most incapacitated. Yet some parts of you still seem in working order." For indeed, despite his earlier satiation, the thrill of chasing Jana by her musky sex, and now the thought of what she would do was causing his cock to regain its previous activity.
Jana smiled, and decided that turnabout was fair play. She began to lick at the head of Draksha's cock slowly but strongly. He groaned and tensed as the hard member extruded from its sheath, and pulsed as the blood rushed into it. Jana's tongue was warm and firm on him, and he felt pressure begin to build in his groin.
Jana grinned as she urged him on towards his full length, but when she felt his body tighten, she stopped. Draksha jerked and groaned his frustration at being so treated, but Jana just hushed him. After all, how often does a female have the High Lord at her mercy?
She flew above him, and slowly lowered her still-dripping sex into him. He moaned and writhed as her hot cunt surrounded and caressed him. Then she started moving, slowly at first and then faster. Draksha bucked his hips, trying to get as much of her as he could. Soon she was tightening, her legs clutching at him and her sweet pussy clutching around him. She screamed out her orgasmic pleasure, and then reared her head and struck downward, sinking her teeth into his exposed throat. He screamed, and his eyes went wild as his body thrashed. She kept riding him as she sucked slowly on his blood; not enough to harm him, but enough to give them both a rush. She sunk a claw into her own neck, and twisted so that he could lap it up. They continued there, in an orgy of blood and sex, for several hours; each of them in turn screaming out their orgasm until finally they both passed out.
Draksha was only out for a moment, though, and heard the branches cracking under their unconscious weight. He shook himself loose of the vines as the trees broke, and spread his wings to right himself before hitting the ground. He snatched Jana's unconscious form in his claws and lowered them both to the ground, where he relaxed in pleasure. She roused herself long enough to move closer, and he wrapped a wing around her. Let the affairs of state wait he thought. The affairs of the flesh are much more diverting. So he settled down to recover from the past several hours exertion. He had found the perfect mate, without anyone knowing he was looking. She was clever and strong, and she could be equal, superior, or inferior as the moment called for it. He hoped she would agree to his terms, for it would be the perfect match. The beast never lied, and their beasts had shown themselves to be perfect matches.
