The trip from the prison complex toward Calrath’s nest was a blur.

Calrath had taken me down further into the trance, pushing me deeper and deeper into my own mind for the moment. I could barely feel the cold wind cutting through my face and skin, even though I knew those weren’t that sharp.

She continued to speak in my head, letting loose many words and sentences that chained me down, even when the words were slurry in my head. I didn’t know, nor could I muster the will to find out what they were. All I could find out was that it felt good to obey, to listen so completely, and that was enough.

Her wingbeat lulled me deeper, the rhythmic sound easily making me sway in time with it. My eyes closed too, allowing me to just focus on the feelings bubbling within me, and her. Calrath carved the words inside myself right before my flight, and I was left unable to do anything but to let them soak into myself even deeper—even as I remembered her words.

“The closer we come to my nest, you’ll find your mind falling deeper into the trance. Further and further, as your body burned with arousal, and your mind fogged with desire.”

I had listened so attentively, unable to pay attention to anything else. I knew this was wrong, that I should be able to fight—but the pressure forming in my mind, all coming from Calrath’s own was making everything she said sounded right and true into my ears. Fighting was always in short supply, especially considering…

“You can try to fight my words, but that merely meant you’ll fail. That all you do will merely lead to you becoming more and more tired, and so… you’ll be dragged by my words. Becoming more obedient… which will make you feel more aroused… which makes you become more obedient. It’s a cycle, little pet.”

Even though she didn’t say it again—my thoughts put it all under her voice, an imaginary pressure still forming inside my mind. There wasn’t anything I could do, beyond letting it wash over me.

The reminder made me feel the burn again within my body, my lower stomach having that now familiar tight feeling. I whimpered, even as my grip on Calrath’s back spines tightened. She felt warmer than my body, despite the way I felt as if a furnace had been lit inside.

Fog slowly encroached my mind, and I curled a bit further—wishing I could do something else. But the thought of trying that felt incredibly wrong, and I ended up frozen, staying still on top of Calrath…

Until we had finally arrived.

The blood roaring in my ears drowned any of the landing noise, and I… stayed on top of her still, unable to let go.

“You can come down now, little pet.”

Her voice still had that familiar pressure, and before I knew it—I found myself standing on the ground, looking right into her golden eyes. The beautiful golds continued to burn me, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“I’ll have to report to the other Emissaries and Dragons about you, so I’ll need you to go inside and prepare yourself on the bed.”

This time, her voice was… a purr. As if her mind had let loose a certain vibration that managed to affect me as well, my body shuddering slightly from the feeling—but telepathy wasn’t supposed to have anything like this. And yet… I could feel it, a soft moan dragged out of my throat.

The agreement came easy, none of my thoughts were able to lean toward any sort of fight—especially not when Calrath was right in front of me.

“Good girl.”

My jaw fell open with a gasp, a bit of drool escaping from the corner of my mouth the moment she said that. Red-hot pleasure surged inside my mind, as if she had stroked my clit right inside my brain. I couldn’t do anything for a few moments, nothing forming inside my mind as the effect continued to fill me—not merely just emptying my head, but also making me so incredibly wet.

I couldn’t help but vibrate slightly in place as I reopened my eyes, not knowing when I had ended up closing them. My whole body was still flushed and warm, and all I wanted to do was to play with myself—Calrath’s orders still echoing within my head.

Obeying was easy.

Calrath looked at me, her stare heavy on top of myself and yet… I turned around and walked in, feeling the way her looks sharpened. As if she was stripping naked with merely her eyes.

My whole body burned stronger, the arousal filling my whole body even further. Wetness dripped easily from my core into my panties, and yet I didn’t dare turn around—Calrath said to go in, and that was the only thing I could do.

I walked in, feeling myself flushing underneath Calrath’s gaze. My own sight wobbled slightly as the Emissary let loose a pleased growl, red completely overtaking everything as I moaned—everytime she was happy with me, I couldn’t help but feel good. The arousal was burning more, each of this moment a kindling for the fire.

Of course, the Emissary eventually left, the sound of her wings growing fainter very quickly. I was finally left alone, and without the weight of her looking down on me… I could think again.

The fog within my mind, the ones that were so thick I was unable to do anything about when she was there—they receded slightly. Just a bit, allowing me to know and understand that I was completely under her control… but maybe I could do something against it all. Railing against the words she had inscribed within me.

I turned around.

Only a little turn of my body, not even a step or anything.

The expanse of open spaces opened before me, and my sight didn’t register any other Dragon Gods. And yet I couldn’t find the energy within me to do the first step, to do something, anything so I could get away once more.

I knew I would get captured—and lord, the warmth blooming in my body from that very thought—I didn’t try to continue on that lane of thought, knowing how useless it was to dwell on the what ifs.

What I needed to do now was to ensure I didn’t have to worry about punishments.

Another shudder of pleasure ran through my body then, as if I had gotten my reward for thinking of obedience. Because there was only one road to avoid anything bad, and that was to obey. To be a good girl for Calrath.

A moan escaped my throat, my body shuddering from the sudden wave of pleasure that slammed onto myself. I knew what that was, another gift from Calrath from the way my mind was changing toward.

She knew the best way to mould people into her will… and that was to give wonderful reward for when they obeyed her, for when their mind followed Calrath’s desire.

I shouldn’t give that to her. A part of me, the one that had been slowly eroded with the passing time, whispered how I didn’t wish for this. That if all I wanted to do was to be a pet, to be fucked for someone else’s pleasure, I would never have run away.

That line of thought sounded incredibly hollow now. The good feelings were just too much, crowding every other, critical thought I might have for myself. I walked into the nesting cave, the stone feeling smooth and wonderful beneath my feet.

Moss grew all over the place, giving the whole place a slight glow that helped my eyes to adjust. But even if there weren’t any sort of light, I knew I could have walked right into the bedroom. My feet moved as if I knew where the place was, even though I could swear I never saw this place.

I ignored it, not attempting to find out why. More parts of my body immediately saturated me with wonderful feeling, to let me know of her approval of that line of thoughts.

A smile spread on my face, as I finally arrived within the appropriate room—no, it was more like a chamber, despite the fact it was bare bones. There was still a massive bed in the middle, with shelves pressed against the slightly curved walls, and the tables were more on the sides.

My focus narrowed to only the bed, with its soft mattress on top of the stone base. Far, far more luxurious than any of us ever had, and I already knew how wonderful mine was before.

I moved, more instincts than conscious thoughts. It was easier to let myself sink into the order, the command much harder to fight against when I was in front of the very object she told me to get onto.

So, so close to fulfilling it… and I knew how easy it would be to just obey, to let my mind sank further and further into the trance. Into the headspace where all I knew was Calrath’s guidance—my feet took a few more steps while I was thinking.

Ever closer, ever harder to shake off the pulsing words within my mind.

My body shook slightly at the effort I took, at how much I shut my mind off just to keep myself standing. I didn’t know why I was fighting, why I was following the tiny voice within myself that had been steadily drowned away.

That part of me was important though, one that I had to listen to, despite everything. But Calrath’s orders were sweeter, the rewards a better bait for myself. For a Lyssa that just wanted to indulge on the sweet pleasure and let her mind drown within that wonderfulness.

I didn’t know how long I managed to resist, to fight against her—but when I was back to lucidity, I was already lying on the bed, shivering slightly from the sweetness of orders well done—and my ass was lifted to the air.

I was so, so aroused. Enough to make my arousal drip to my panties, staining and made them wet. My moan was swallowed by one of the pillows I had grabbed, as I shook and gasp on top of the bed—knowing what I needed to do next, and yet knowing that would be the end of myself.

“Trying means you’ll always fail.”

My hand slipped between my legs, in the end.

The pleasure was so sweet, even as I whimpered and gasped against my own touch. I knew I wouldn’t be able to reach climax right now—but the pleasure was enough. The approval was enough.

I let myself sink.

I didn’t know how long I laid there, my fingers slowly playing across my body—not only slipping in and out of my entrance, but my other hand was also playing with my clit and breasts and the rest of my body. There wasn’t any part of me that could help against this wave of pleasure, this command where I had to let myself melt into arousal.

Moans and gasps were taken easily from my throat as I continued to shudder, my fingers never stopping even as I found myself becoming too sensitive.

Everything was too much.

The way the bedding’s fabric felt against myself—and my own clothing too. I didn’t get out of them since there weren’t any orders to, but even now, I could feel myself shuddering, each brush against the threads or anything else felt explosive beneath my skin. Not merely sending a rush of pleasure right into my core, but also burned through the channels.

I was completely aroused, and it was all from Calrath’s order—and I couldn’t help but call my gratitude to her, begging inside my mind for her to come back as soon as she could. I should hate her, for everything was her fault—and yet I couldn’t muster any sort of negative feeling toward her.

My body’s on fire, and all I did was stoke it further and further—

“Oh, you are preparing yourself so prettily for me, pet.” Calrath’s voice was a respite, so sudden I managed to twitch my hand to a stop even if for a moment. I whimpered then, what with the pleasure coming to a sudden stop—but she merely chuckled. “Don’t stop because of my presence, pet… this is a wonderful sighting. An entertainment.”

I shivered on the bed, wanting to stop and yet… with the orders given, I had to continue. My fingers never stopped, and all I managed to gasp out was a desperate moan. The fire had filled my whole body, filling my mind with fogged pleasure that melted everything else out of it. I wanted—needed to cum. And yet I wasn’t given the permission, and so all I managed to pull out was more and more begging beyond the noises coming out of my mouth.

Time wasn’t a concept anymore, as pleasure and more pleasure swamped through me. My fingers had certainly long since pruned and aching from the constant obedience. But she hadn't given me the order to stop.

There were rustle of fabric behind me, a sound of them falling to the stone below—but I couldn’t care. Obedience extolled its virtue inside my brain, and all of me was swamped further into it. Again and again, until they all melted together into one slurry of pleasure.

Until the order came.

“Stop and turn around. Let me look at that flushed face.”

Sudden and thundering, and I found myself already flipped—eyes looking up to the ceiling instead of the bed. She climbed up to the bed as well, easily curling her tail around my ankle, letting me feel her smooth scales against my feverish skin.

I jerked slightly, not so much that I avoided her touch, but enough to move away slightly—leaving me only feeling the tip of her sharp spines. Ones that promised how easy she could destroy me if she so wanted. My breath caught, a funny, ticklish feeling forming in my lungs and chest.

Then she leaned close, her hands ripping my pants so, so easily—and I let those thoughts fell by the wayside. The whispers of danger had passed, and despite the way her claws would occasionally brush against my skin—it didn’t give me the same heartstopping feeling as before.

No, her touches made me wetter despite any reasons. My legs spread a little wider, allowing her to have an easier access—and the claws had turned dull and short, feeling akin to human’s fingers. Something like my own, even. The implication made my head spun, and yet I was trying to grasp something, anything so I would have a lifeline.

Everything was just too much, and I needed to find a way to keep myself.

Calrath moved a little higher, one of her hand coming toward my chin to make me look at her—and that was my downfall.

Beyond anything and everything else, that was the reason why I was unable to do anything. This, I was sure of. Her words, her touches were wonderful, pulling me into trance and slowly molding me into the pet she wanted me to be…

But to look at her was to look upon her shimmering scales, for Calrath had disrobed and showed off her whole body toward me.

A part of me, of course, thought about the fact that this view was sacred. To see the naked skin and scales of the Emissaries… that was one of the highest reward, something not even anyone could ask. Something the Emissaries could refuse, if they didn’t want to show themselves off.

That part was small, and getting smaller by the seconds. All I could do was watch as she moved her body slightly—and the colors upon the scales shifted and flowed akin to water—much like the ones in the river I saw.

My mouth fell open as my attention was hopelessly taken in, forced to watch the way the scales rippled—and so affected the colors themselves. They changed, having an ebb and flow that made me think they were alive. Not as an extension of Calrath, but as something on its own.

“Yes… that’s it, give all your focus on the beautiful, wonderful scales.” She purred, the words easily slipping through the emptiness of my mind. Especially when it was something I already wanted and wished to do. I couldn’t help but helplessly looked upon them, on the constant flickers that enticed me further. “Each time the color changed, the further you fall into the trance… and so you become even more aroused.”

Her hands were moving across my body, giving me even more heat that I didn’t even know I wanted—I moaned, body pressing against her palms. Fierce gladness slammed at me as I felt how her hand squeezed my body, the understanding that she was enjoying this… I couldn’t help but let loose another gasp, arousal burning even more of me.

Everything was too much, my body tensing and full of desire and want that she wasn’t fulfilling. Calrath always stopped her touch whenever I became too rigid, almost reaching the peak—and then she would stop, ensuring my mind crashed back into this place.

So all I could do was watch, and found the furnace inside my core burned even hotter and brighter. The glimmer of the scales shimmered beneath my eyelids, a constant reminder that she was still pulling me into trance, that all these pleasures were also a distraction for the prize she truly wanted—and that was my mind.

I couldn’t do anything to fight that. My brain was full of fog and desire, easily shaped and directed to the channels Calrath wanted.

“Do you want me to go further, pet?” Parts of me, that had been steadily eroded and broken over, quickly gave its refusal—but most of me, the ones that formed from her words and control? They made me nod. Head bobbing up and down in agreement. Even my body was so incredibly wet, arousal dripping out of me. “Then I need to formalize your position, hm? Showing you are now my pet.”

One of her hands came up, gently stroking and caressing my neck. The imagination came easy, the thought of a collar pressing against my throat, weighty and solid in such a way I would always knew it was there… I couldn’t help but let out another throaty moan, the thought was just—too good.

That line of thinking was so incredibly wrong, and yet my heart beat faster, her fresh scent filling my lungs with wonder and lust. There were only one choice left for me.

“Yes… please.” I begged, unable to help but gasp as Calrath immediately gave me what I wanted—her fingers, twisting inside myself, playing and touching wherever she wanted, but especially that spot that made my whole sight went red and furthering the fog inside my mind. I had nothing, except to moan and arching my body and gripping her fingers—She twisted and playing and stroked, and those were more than enough—My head was thrown back, body lifting as a scream came out of me.

“There… what a good girl you are.” She whispered, even as she continued, not letting me gain even a moment of respite. My whole body was too sensitive but with the way Calrath touched me… I moaned again, mind too blank for anything else. All I knew was she gave me pleasure, and that was enough.

She was silent for a bit soon after, letting me go for a moment. It wasn’t long, merely to lift her body to grab something—my eyes widened as I saw the collar inside her grip, even as I found my body starting to get aroused again. Everything felt tight and sensitive, and I couldn’t help but watch in fascination as she brought it closer to me… and I didn’t move. This wasn’t an allowance, but more of obedience.

Her hands were careful, the collar tightened around my neck. Not so much it would choke me, and yet, I knew it was there. The leather felt wonderful against my skin, and my whole body thrummed with happiness and contentment. This was it, the sign, the symbol of what I was to her—and instead of the past, where I would have been angered—all I feel was a fierce gladness that she had owned me like this.

After all, the collar also meant certainty.

“Thank you, Emissary Calrath.” I whispered out, voice slightly hoarse from all the noise I made.

“Of course, pet.” Her eyes glinted, for the danger still hadn’t come to an end. Her touch continued on. Going over my body for a few moments before she slowly let one of her hands go down, toward my private area once more.

After all, she wasn’t done with me just yet, even as I felt exhaustion coming over me, dragging myself into darkness.