1. "He Speaks For Us"


    Date: 12/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bestiality, Coercion, Consensual Sex, First Time, Hardcore, Male/Female, massage, Monster, Author: Drake Richards, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    who sells herself. To men, that is.” “Ah. Are you sure you are not a whore, then? You were trying to sell yourself to the men at the tavern, were you not?” The girl’s face flushed, her cheeks turning a darker shade of brown, and she turned her eyes away from the Scale. “I- I was trying to. But it didn’t work; everybody here is still old-fashioned. All I got was ridicule. When you came up and offered six pieces of gold, I grew a bit worried. I’d heard stories of rich men paying girls like that, and it was always for horrible things. You scared me, but I needed that money.” “I am sorry,” the Scale said quietly. “I did not want to scare anyone. It is why I wear this. I only want a guide to help me go west, and then I would leave.” The girl looked at him again, and they locked eyes for a moment. “Is going west so important to you?” she asked. Her gaze did not waver. Though he didn’t know why, the Scale reveled in her eyes once again. He could see them now, not a simple brown, but filled with ridges of darker shades and nearly orange streaks running along their edges. “It is very important. To me and to my tribe.” “Why?” Her eyes seemed so warm, like baked earth. “Are you able to be trusted?” “Of course.” He hesitated for a moment, then spoke. “We are dying. Slowly, our people are all dying. The magic of the earth is going away, and without it we cannot be reborn. A dragon in the west would mean that magic is returning, and we would be strong again. We would have purpose, and we ...
    would not sit and guard old ruins any longer. Even if the rumor we have heard is not true, we must see for ourselves; for if it is true, our tribe will not die.” “But you’re a horde!” the girl exclaimed, surprised. “There’re thousands of you! You’re all over the East! Dont you just… make more? You’ve got to have women, don’t you? And what does magic have to do with it?” The Scale cocked his head at her. “There are many of us, but our numbers are not so great any more. Without strong magic in the soil, we need more than our own remains to be reborn. But why do you speak of our females? They are reborn just as we are.” “Reborn? What do you mean?” Images of upturned graves, piles of wood stacked with the remains of burning Scales, and desecrations of the old tombs turned within his mind. He had told her of one of their greatest secrets- she could no longer be trusted. He knew that he must stop and slay her before she told another human. Her eyes questioned him. He tore himself away from their depths, looking at the rest of her. She lay on her side, still uncovered. Her delicate, earthy skin had the tone of soft leather, and her two breasts clung tightly to her like morning dew. She seemed so relaxed, so trusting of him. His jaws moved, and more secrets poured from his mouth. He told her everything, of the process of the rebirth of the dead, of the legacy of the old draconic empires which the Scales still followed, and of his dying race’s heritage. He told her of the different ...
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