Just a day wasn’t enough for the Emissary.

I awoke on the bed, body sore and mind a slurry. Warmth still surrounded me of course, the familiar feeling of Calrath’s limbs all over me—and I should be feeling something more than just relaxed and happy about that, right?

My head spun, not in a dizzying way but just… I couldn’t make sense of things. As if something had gone wrong, and there wasn’t anything new to replace it.

I should try to get out of here first. Not trying to even give Calrath a look, because I could vaguely remember the shifting scales, the way the colors pulling my attention—my eyelids felt heavy almost immediately, and any attempts on shuffling away stopped as I… stayed there. Just thinking of the scales. The wonderful colors, and the words that Calrath had told me.

The collar was present too on my neck, a reminder of what I had given up, what I had agreed to. And yet all I felt was happiness, a fuzzy sort of feeling rising from my stomach up to my throat.

“Mrgh, you are awake already, pet?” Calrath asked, probably woken up from the little shuffling I had done.

Without much choice, if there was ever any, I couldn’t help but turn again to her—and let myself be enraptured again, within the ever shifting kaleidoscope of colors her scales had turned into.

“We’re not done yet, yesterday.” She whispered, gently caressing my naked chest before she lifted herself up. Not to stand, but to just put herself over me, albeit not pressing our body against one another. “This isn’t as fun without your noise to accompany me.”

Her snarl wasn’t an order, but I treated it like one anyway—She lowered her hand down, into my privates and I spread my legs, giving her the access easily. Her grin turned fierce in satisfaction, a pleased rumble coming out of her throat. She plunged her fingers into me—and pleasure took over. They were a constant, of ocean waves slamming and wearing down stones. I didn’t fight, the rebelliousness had long since been molded out of me. Letting her continue was simpler, even as the pleasure was starting to hurt again, the previous orgasm still fresh within my body.

Of course, Calrath knew the way to shake me mentally, a way to break me out of the fog I would happily let swallow my mind.

“All you want now is to make me happy, don’t you?”

An incredibly easy question, and I did another bob of my head—and pleasure surged immediately within me—an approval, giving me more reasons to obey. To turn myself into what she wanted.

In some ways, this was the easiest path for myself, and I didn’t find anything in myself to fight against it. I smiled happily at her, mind full of fog and want, while her sharp grin was full of dominance that sealed everything else within me. That look was enough to make me whimper softly, drying my mouth as I further sank into the submission.

“Good girl.” Her whispers were so sibilant, a hiss as if she was a snake—and all that did was make me gasp, pleasures running across my body and right into my core. As if she had licked me down there—and yet I knew she didn’t. She merely spoke the truth, the right words to describe me.

I shuddered below her, eyes barely seeing anything except for the scales, for Calrath. Her tail was starting to creep up, pressing against me in such a way that I could only feel the soft scales. I knew the other side would be rough, not so much it would hurt me… except for the sharp spines, that could and would hurt people. But she was careful, and at the knowledge she ensured I wasn’t wounded—heat easily blazed inside me, and I moaned underneath her.

After all, it would be so easy for her to make me unhappy, to make me know how bad I was. But all she did was ensured I was happy for the future, and wasn’t that just a better situation for me?

Her hands moved slowly across my body, pressing on top of the fabric that still clung onto me—Calrath didn’t tore everything out, leaving mostly my tops worn, no longer coarse or distracting while she was here, in front of me.

And then slowly, ever so slowly, she stopped her caress of my pussy and clit. I wasn’t as sensitive as before, but despite it all… I still whined when she pulled her fingers out, and all I could feel was a yawning emptiness burning inside me.

“Emissary…” I whimpered out, unable to hold anything back at this situation, at this position where everything felt too much, and I needed more, and yet she didn’t give it to me. Maybe it was a ‘just yet’, where I just needed to find the right words and pleading noises that would make her do it.

Calrath’s face looked especially dangerous and savage now, her grin wide and showing off all her fangs. They were so incredibly sharp, and it would be so easy for her to bite down and make me bleed. All that knowledge merely served to make my heart pound harder, my hands gripping down the mattress tight.

“Oh? Do you want, no… need, me to do more?” Her whisper was insidious, for she knew what I wanted. This was what she had herded me toward, this position and the way my mind only burned for her instead of anything else. I couldn’t help the quick nod, the pleading look I sent her. I knew it didn’t matter—she didn’t seem affected by those kinds of look, but what mattered was my willingness to do beg and plead. That was what she wanted to find. “What else, pet? I want you to tell me with your own words.”

She lifted one of her hand up, the one that had been so happily caressing my body. She curled it under the collar, tugging my head closer to her and reminding me again what I was to her. What she could do to me.

Fire continued to flare inside my stomach, a burning that would never end, not with the way she treated me. My mouth felt dry, my mind blank as I tried to find the right words. It wasn’t easy, as Calrath still hadn’t stopped.

Her scales were wonderful, and my attention kept coming back to them. Shimmering, glowing, even changing the way the colors went back and forth—there were always something happening, and I was hopeless to fight it. Calrath took the reins, and I was more than happy to let her do it.

But the most important parts were—she didn’t touch me where I needed her to. She wanted—no, demanded me to tell it to her. All so I had to face the fact I actually wanted all of this, that she was merely giving me what I wanted.

My thoughts felt all twisted up and wrong, but I could no longer see where that was. In the end, all I could do was follow and obey, as my body decided upon it.

“Please—I need you, Emissary.” I whimpered out, mind wracking itself as I twisted it into knots in an attempt to find anything. Just… something I could use.

Calrath of course, merely waited for me to say more words. Her other hand enjoyed the expanse of my body, caressing and touching, and reminding me constantly that she could do more but she was merely bided her time. Occasionally, she would brush against my stiff nipples, and the pleasure—it wasn’t as much as when she handled my clit, but it was still incredible.

I gasped and moaned, trying to press my body against hers. Hoping that Calrath would be impatient and ravaged me, as evidenced as her wishes—there were something hard pressing against me, and her looks were so hungry it was a wonder she never bit me down.

“You can’t get away from my demand, pet.” She whispered amusedly, after I tried again, her hand letting go of my collar so I could more easily hold onto her, rubbing myself against Calrath herself. “You’ll break first before I will—and you know that it’ll be worse if that happens.”

She played me like an instrument, delicate but more than enough to make me moan and feel the way heat curled up easily inside my stomach. I couldn’t do anything, except to let her keep building it higher and higher, my insides twisting with a hunger—a more lustful kind. The one that demanded a different kind of filling.

Calrath’s hardness still pressed down onto me, even though I still couldn’t find a way to look down and see. No, the only thing I could do was…

“Please fill me up, Mistress.” The words easily slipped out, even as I found myself twitching slightly in confusion—why had I picked that title? She was the Emissary, and yet that one word felt so incredibly fitting. An apt description of her, showing her position so easily, differentiating herself to the other Emissaries.

And the thought of her within me—I shuddered slightly, but I knew this was what I wanted. My hands gripped the cover tighter, tense even though I should be relaxed.

“Good girl.” She whispered again, and when she shoved herself in—

White-hot pleasure drowned me. I was nothing, except for the slam of sensations, of her pressing deep into me, filling me to the brim—my mind felt so incredibly full, the fog completely smothering everything.

“M-Mistress!” I gasped, moaning her title easily. I didn’t even know what to say, the words of pleasure and everything else just spilling out of my mouth without any thoughts. Just a reaction—it was only when Calrath pulled out did I change to something else—a whining sound, sharp and begging. Calrath slammed inside me again, of course. Leaving me babbling and head full of pleasure and goodness.

“You are taking me in so well.” She cooed, and pleased feelings thrummed in my chest, my legs uncertainly moving, wanting to hook onto her even though I didn’t know if that was even allowed. Her eyes glinted, her fangs sharp—and she didn’t say anything about it. Leaving me adrift, and was that not an even better situation for myself?

She grunted and growled with every press into me, further and further stretching and filling me up—even though it felt as if her shaft was thicker than the ones at the tip. Vaguely, I had remembrance that dicks weren’t supposed to be like that. But whenever Calrath’s snapped inside, well, the smaller tip seemed to be able to find where I was most sensitive and always brushed against that.

Soon enough, despite the fact I shouldn’t be reaching the peaks again—I could feel the usual tightness forming within me, even as Calrath slammed herself stronger and deeper and—she finally stilled, her body tense as she finally let loose her seed within me.

Warmth filled me, leaving me crosseyed and gasping—I had reached the peak at the same time, my mind full of pleasure and empty of words. I couldn’t form anything or say anything, merely panting in the silent room… until Calrath leaned down, whispering and sending shivers down my spine, even if it shouldn’t.

“Stay still, pet. We aren’t done just yet.” It was a command, and I tried my best to not move, despite the fact everything was all too much.

Especially when her member felt like it was getting impossibly bigger within me, stretching itself further and further as it did the same to me. I gasped, whimpering at the slight pain—but her cum must have been doing something, because it wasn’t too much. No, the pain felt as if it was giving way to pleasure.

I moaned, as whatever was coming inside stretched me even more—slowly coming into my body, filling me more than her cum.

I didn’t know what that was, as Calrath grunted, trying her best to press into me even deeper—until it finally went in, a round something that settled heavily inside my womb—she gasped in relief, even as I moaned in pleasure.

Everything still felt too much, but slowly, ever so slowly… Calrath finally pulled away, her eyes glinting in pleasure as she looked down on me.

“This egg might take and stayed within your body, or it might not… but we’ll continue again in a bit. Filling you even more, until you can’t move from all of the eggs I’ll pump into you.” She whispered, caressing my cheek, making me lean my head against her hand. Warm and wonderful. “After all, you wanted to help us propagate, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I whispered easily, happiness bubbling within me in answer.

I knew I shouldn’t be content, but I did and I didn’t try to fight it.

Her words filled me up, as easily as the egg within myself.