"Good. Then she won't be too disappointed when I find a way out and get back to my ship."

"What?" the griffon asked, in a disapproving tone.

Dranga remembered what the griffon said about Wylf. "The idea of staying doesn't thrill me that much. I don't like it here. I'll admit, Wylf is nice, though a tad bit on the sadistic side. But I hate being a captive like this. First chance I get, I'm leaving, no matter how many of her guards stand in my way."

"She'll be angry... and upset."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want her to be happy," she said. With a grin, she added, "Maybe you should take her with you." Dranga stared at her, unsure of what to say.

The griffon broke the silence. "Hungry?"

Dranga thought about that for a second. "Starved."

"I have a surprise for you." She walked out, and returned a moment later. She lead in a sheep. Dranga suddenly felt real hungry. "I couldn't find a horse, but I thought this might do."

"Yeah," he said, hardly concealing his hunger.

"Well, have fun. I have other tasks." With a wink, she left the dragon to his meal.

Most of the rest of the day was uneventful. Dranga spent most of his time eating, sleeping, or pacing around. As night was falling, he learned that Wylf had returned when one of her guards told him that he was expected in her tent. He was a bit surprised when he realized he was walking alone, not being escorted this time.

Through the short walk, his thoughts kept wandering back to what he and the griffon had talked about, and to what she did to him just before. "Yipes, I never even learned her name," he thought with a grin. "No matter. Hopefully, I'll be leaving soon. Or maybe, we will?" He thought about that for a bit as he walked through the cooling dusk air, quickly coming to her tent. He felt strange knowing that Wylf actually felt something for him, and it seemed that he would be a bit more comfortable if she only thought of him as a plaything. "Well, if she did, leaving would be a lot easier..." Folding the sides of the door back, he walked into Wylf's tent.

Once again, the tent was dark, but since it was getting dark outside, his eyes were a bit more adjusted. Wylf looked up. "Well, there you are. I hope that this time, you will behave yourself." Dranga nodded quietly. "Good." She waved a paw for him to come closer. He stepped carefully to the side of her bed. His eyes widened as he saw what she wasn't wearing anything, and his jaw dropped unconsciously. She kneeled up and pressed herself against him. "The nights around here get cold," she said quietly as she rested her paws on his waist.

"Yes, I had noti-" Without warning, she leaned back, pulling at his breechcloth, and pulling him onto of her. "Whaa??!!" He landed on top of her. She wrapped her hands around his back, and began kissing him deeply. For a moment, he kissed back. Then, abruptly, he stopped and pulled his head back. "Now hold on," he said, a bit unsure why he had stopped himself. She stared back at him with a soft grin. Forcing himself onto all fours, he said "Look, we-".

"Oooh, stay like that." she said with an even bigger grin.

"What?"

"Don't move. Not at all." He groaned as she began to slide out from under him. She kneeled by his side, and began rubbing his back. Her paws began wandering. She scratched at his back, his stomach, his arms and legs. Soon, she pulled off his breechcloth. He looked quietly at her, and she just smiled back, and let her paws continue to roam. She let out a soft growl as her paws gently played along his cock. With a sigh of pleasure, his head fell between his arms as Wylf massaged him. With a louder growl, she lay on her back, and slid under his chest from his side. Her mouth gently kissed him between his stout legs.

"Yow, this feels nice," he thought. He growled happily as her tongue slid around on him, exciting him more. "Even though I feel a bit like a horse." he looked between his arms at her. "Or perhaps, another wolf." He shivered, and howled quietly with pleasure as she gently forced his entire length into her mouth. Above him, his wings quivered quietly. Wylf grinned as she toyed with him. She enjoyed him; he followed orders well. After the conditioning he got yesterday, he should. The sudden thought about how much she enjoyed him when he wasn't in control was quickly pushed from her mind.

Dranga looked over his shoulder at the wolf's body. The shadows made it difficult to see most of her clearly, but he liked what he could see. However, after thinking of yesterday's events, he restrained the growing desire to mate her before she allowed him. With a silent snicker, he decided to try hastening her. His tail bent around and began teasing her, rubbing it slowly up the length of her legs. She gasped and released his shaft from her mouth as he brought his tail further up her leg and against her sex. He tickled and teased with his tail, watching her squirm from the feel. With a loud moan, she took the head of his member back into her mouth. The dragon tensed and unconsciously thrust forward, forcing his hardening penis all the way to the back of her throat, pushing her head back onto the pillows. As she lay under him, working him over with her tongue, he pressed his tail harder against her, forcing the end slightly inside. Wylf flicked her tongue out far enough to brush his balls. Dranga winced in pleasure and thrust forward again, desperate for the feel of her. She clawed at his tail as he felt her smooth warmth around it. Wylf howled around his shaft, and finally pulled her muzzle away to gasp for breath.

"Frisky tonight, aren't we Dranga?" she asked between heavy breaths. As he nodded, a musky smell struck his nose. "Good." she replied. "We can have more fun that way." She turned around, dropped down on all fours in front of him, and smiled back at him. Without any delay, he leapt forward and kneeled behind her. "Now I really feel like a wolf," he thought. He growled softly at her as he leaned forward and lay his stomach on her lower back. He wrapped his arms around her chest and held her arms while he gently bit at one of her ears. One slight thrust of his waist brought the end of his cock against her vulva. He tensed, squeezing her body between his arms, and pushed harder, sliding deep into her with little resistance. Wylf groaned as he first started entering her, arching her back and growling quietly as she felt him sinking deeper into her. Dranga bit harder on her ear and shuddered. He thrust forward again. Wylf felt the pain of his fangs in her ear, but it only enhanced the amazing feel of the dragon's penis within her, stretching her as it slid through. With a loud gasp of pleasure, she felt his waist finally press against her. Groans of pleasure escaped the dragon as he pulled himself almost completely out, and shoved himself back in again, burying his throbbing cock all the way into her. The fur of her legs tickled his thighs at every thrust, heightening his pleasure almost beyond what he could withstand. Below him, the wolf felt helpless, every stab of the dragon sending ripples of fiery pleasure through her stomach and chest. Her back and neck arched back far enough to nip at the top of his neck, and lick at his jaw. Her tongue sent shivers down his spine, and in his mounting pleasure, he felt himself nearly tumble over. He stopped his thrusting to resteady himself

"Enough of this, " he thought. He backed out, and with a rough shove, he pushed the wolf over onto her back. She looked up at him, startled by what he was doing, but not objecting. He fell forward onto her, pinning her back to the pillows. A gentle thrust forced the head of his awaiting penis partially into her, and with a puff of pleasure, he sank his whole shaft into her. Rocking his hips brought almost instant uncontrollable pleasure to him. Amidst his thrusts he was barely aware of Wylf's claws scratching fiercely at his back, and of both of their howls of pleasure. Wylf tensed, whining as every penetration rippled through her, and finally she cried out in uncontrolled ecstasy, clawing deeply at Dranga's back and pressing his chest tightly against her. Dranga was aware of her claws, but felt nothing but fiery pleasure as the wolf suddenly tightened around him. His back and tail arched while he roared out, the heat of his ecstasy being released within Wylf's pleasure ridden body. With a gasp for breath, he fell forward, exhausted, and lay on the equally exhausted wolf. Aside from the sounds of their panting and occasional whimpers of happiness, everything was silent for a long time.

Wylf hugged Dranga tightly, and giggled. "I think the whole camp heard you with all that noise."

"Yeah, sorry," he said between gasps. "Well, some of your cries were loud too. I'm sure someone knows what we're up to."

"I don't care. I enjoyed it too much to worry about." She thought back for a minute. She enjoyed that more than she ever enjoyed mating. Something about that seemed odd. Maybe she liked this dragon too much. She gave him a kiss. So what if she liked him. She could do as she pleased. He was her toy.

"Heh, I really don't care either." Dranga too was wondering why he enjoyed that so much more than before. Perhaps the griffon was right. Maybe Wylf did love him. He kinda liked her too. Perhaps a short stay would be good idea. "Maybe someone else can run things on the Amnidar," he thought. "I could use a vacation. Maybe I won't need to escape yet." With a yawn, he decided to worry about that tomorrow.

A cool breeze blew through the door across them. "That feels nice," said Dranga.

"It'll get cooler," she said. "Since you did so well, I'll let you stay here in bed with me instead of on the floor."

"Thanks," he said. Putting up with her wishes would be something that might take time to get used to. He kissed her again. In a few minutes, they were asleep.

Just before dawn, Wylf awoke. She heard someone approaching. Dranga kept sleeping as she sat up a bit. He was curled up next to her, resting his head on her chest. As she looked to the door, Shiltarm walked in. The griffon tried not to get too alarmed at what he saw. "Mistress?" he asked calmly.

"Yes?" she asked, and started to climb out of her bed. She gave Dranga a gentle shove. He woke, groggily moved over, then tried to fall back to sleep.

"The squadrons from the south have arrived. I've positioned them by the harbor, and they're awaiting my order to attack." stated the griffon.

Wylf climbed to her feet before the griffon, looking around for her clothes. "Attack? On who?"

"That ship."

"Ah." Still drowsy, she didn't realize who's ship they were discussing. She heard Dranga stirring, but didn't know he was listening intently. "Why have you returned?"

"To see what you wanted done with the contents of the vessel."

Wylf shrugged. "Bring whatever looks valuable back. And get rid of the ship. I don't need it."

"And of what remains of the crew?" asked Shiltarm with a hopeful grin.

"Try and bring them back. They might be useful."

Shiltarm nodded. "A few might have to be killed, just to set an example."

"Whatever," she started. "That'll make things-"

"You sadistic bastard!" roared Dranga. The loud snarling startled Wylf and Shiltarm.

"Shut up Dranga," the wolf said angrily, alarmed by his suddden rage. Dranga was suddenly on his feet standing on her bed. "Dranga! Sit down!" she screamed. One hand reached for the crystal on her necklace, causing Dranga's necklace to constrict, but it seemed to have no effect on him. Shiltarm reached for his sword. In a blur, Dranga leapt across the tent toward the griffon. Before Shiltarm could even get his sword free, Dranga was on him, sending them both tumbling to the floor in a scuffle. Roaring with anger, he slashed his claws through the flesh of the griffon's chest. "STOP IT!" Wylf screeched as she forced his collar to tighten further. "GUARDS!!! HELP!!"

Several griffons were already rushing in, trying to pull the enraged dragon off Shiltarm. It took eight of her guards to finally drag him away and pin him down. Even then, he still struggled under them all, wheezing for breath around the collar. Shiltarm stood nearby and watched. His face and chest was torn apart, but he was still standing. Streams of blood poured from the wounds as he tried to hold them shut. Seeing his need for help, Wylf struggled to keep her anger controlled as she applied a quick spell of healing to the griffon.

"You damn fool!" Wylf growled when she finished. Again, she forced the necklace tighter. By now, the collar should have been cutting off all his air. "This time, you are really going to-" Several of the guards cried out in alarm.

From somewhere under the guards, a shimmering light appeared. The light brightened, and rapidly swelled larger. The abrupt expansion hurled many of the griffons away, almost as if the light was a solid thing. The glow had the same shape as Dranga at first, but it was changing as it grew. Wylf and Shiltarm stepped back. With a distinct snap, the collar that was around what was Dranga's throat snapped. At the same time, the crystal on Wylf's necklace shattered. The glow soon faded.

Standing in Dranga's place was a much larger creature. He stood on four powerful legs, and was almost 30 feet high. Huge, dark wings stemmed out from his back, and an enormous tail thrashed around behind him, knocking away support poles and demolishing the tent. A sudden puff of flame aimed at a cluster of griffons scattered them, searing those not quick enough to leap away. Stray flames ignited the walls of the tent. Wylf just stared up in alarm and fear as her burning tent began collapsing around her.

Dranga laughed loudly as he looked down upon everyone in the tent. "Now it should be real easy to leave," he thought. The words of the female griffon crossed his mind. Perhaps he should take Wylf along. He stepped toward her with a malicious grin.

Shiltarm watched the dragon moving toward Wylf. Drawing his sword again, he leapt between them. Dranga growled at the menace, but kept advancing. Shiltarm looked up at the huge creature that towered over him, and a desperate idea crossed his mind. He leapt up toward the dragon's throat, intending a quick attack and retreat. He misjudged how quick Dranga could react.

Dranga saw the griffon leaping at him, and lowered his head. With a cry of fear, the griffon found himself leaping right into Dranga's open mouth. Dranga snapped his jaws closed and caught the griffon. A loud shriek of pain came from the dragon's mouth as Shiltarm's sword bounced harmlessly to the ground. He tipped his head back and, with a quick gulp, swallowed the struggling Shiltarm whole. Wylf, along with several of the other griffons who were cowering with fear, stared with horror at the squirming bulge that slid down the dragon's throat and into his body.

Dranga looked back at Wylf. She tried to back away. With a careful lunge, he grabbed her in one huge paw, and leapt upward into the sky.

Once outside, he flew rapidly upward. Looking back, he saw a few guards beginning to come after him. He laughed and flew onward. He could easily outfly them. They would be back to the Amnidar in no time.

Wylf sat quietly in the dragon's paws, still only partially sure about what had happened. She looked down at the town as it quickly receded into the distance. Her guards would never be able to catch them at this speed, and once she was on Dranga's ship, she would have to find her own way out. She remained silent as he carried her across the morning sky.

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Shortly after, the ship was in view. Dranga swooped downward and dived toward his boat. He came to a stop just over the deck, and dropped Wylf. She landed hard, but unhurt. Someone nearby helped her to her feet. She looked up and saw that he was a large gold triceratops. He smiled at her before looking back up at Dranga. With a shimmering flash, Dranga changed back to his normal form, and landed gently on the deck.

"It's about time you got here," said the triceratops. "It's been a few days since I won." He snickered. "I've sent Fantom to get you some clothes."

"Thanks, Chavara. I ran into a bit of trouble. Namely her," he replied, indicating Wylf.

The dinosaur smiled. "We've had some trouble also. A rather unfriendly bunch of griffons keep makin' a nuisance of themselves."

"Well, get used to it. They're hers, and sometime soon they're going to try getting her back." Just then a young fox came up onto the deck carrying a small pile of clothes. Dranga took them, and started putting them on.

"Krestin ain't back yet. He was way behind last I knew. Atom just returned, though in bad shape. Sputtered something about the griffons, and has been dozin' in has cabin since."

"Yeah, well, keep an eye out for Kres. And watch for those griffons. They might try something soon." He suddenly felt very tired in spite of last night's long rest. "I'm going to my cabin for some sleep. Fetch me if anything happens."

"Aye, sir."

Dranga lead Wylf below the deck and to his cabin. She resisted now and then, but when he gave her a strong yank she stumbled onward. Once they were back in his cabin, he gave her a quick push and sent her tumbling into his bed. He shut the door and walked over to his desk. After withdrawing a length of rope from one of the drawers, he walked back. As she sat up, he began tying her hands together.

"What are you doing?" she growled, and began struggling to undo the knots.

"I don't trust you. This is to keep you out of trouble," he replied as he began to tie her feet together. He dragged her from his bed over toward the widow of his cabin, bringing two extra ropes with him. With one, he tied her feet and ankles together, though he left them about a foot apart. The other he threw over one of the crossbeams that ran near the ceiling, and tied tightly around her waist. Once she was secured, he stepped back to watch her. "Now don't go anywhere," he said, smiling as he tugged his shirt off and climbed back into his bed.

Wylf looked back at him. "You're just leaving me here?" She was expecting him to tie her to his bed, not out here. Deep inside, she had wanted to be bound near him rather than left alone.

"Of course not. I want to sleep." He was lying. He did want to keep her close, and seeing her tied up like that aroused him greatly. For the moment however, he found his bed too comfortable, and was content with sleeping. Leaving her there would probably annoy her more than keeping her near, so he left her as she was. He could fool around all he wished later. With a chortle, he lay back and soon fell asleep.

Wylf struggled against the ropes. What ever she did, she found herself uncomfortable. She couldn't stand, for the rope from her wrist to her feet was too short. She couldn't sit or lay down either, for the rope from the crossbeam to her waist was too short. All she could do was to just hang by her waist. She tried propping herself up against the window sill, and she felt a bit more comfortable. Hoping for something to cut the ropes with, she looked around his room.

Dranga's cabin was fairly large. In spite of the light that shined in from the windows, the cabin seemed dark. The walls were made of dark wood. The floor was covered in a deep red rug. It was dark, but not gloomy. If she wasn't tied up and a prisoner here, she might have liked it more. Against one wall was a large desk that was covered in papers, maps, old bottles and dozens of trinkets that Dranga had kept with him. On the floor nearby was more stuff that had fallen off his desk and hadn't yet been retrieved. Next to the desk was a large open chest stuffed with his clothes. On the opposite wall was his bed, a large pile of pillows inside a wooded frame, looking almost like an oversized bird nest in which he slept. Two chairs were near the center of the room, one facing his bed, the other overturned. On the far wall, in the corner, was another pile of assorted junk. Wylf couldn't clearly see what most of it was, but she could make out a pair of small crossbows that appeared loaded. Unfortunately, they were far out of her reach, and with her hands tied, there was nothing she could do to bring them closer. With a sigh, she settled back and tried to rest, and slowly, she fell into a restless sleep.

She awoke to the smell of food. She groggily looked up and saw Dranga lying on his bed munching on something. He was also toying with one of the crossbows she had noticed before. She had been asleep for a while, but she wasn't sure for how long. Outside, the sun looked like it was in a late afternoon location. She tried to move, but her stiff muscles hurt too much. Dranga noticed the movement.

"Hungry?" he asked. She nodded weakly. "Tough," he replied, and kept eating. With a quiet snarl, she tried propping herself against the window to get a bit more comfortable. When she looked back at him again, he was pointing the crossbow right at her. She tried not to look too nervous. "Ever hear of some human called William Tell?" He raised the crossbow up a bit and aimed at the rope. "He was quite good at this sort of trick." With a `Twang!', he shot the bolt from the crossbow at the rope that held her to the ceiling. He missed by a few inches, and shattered one of the window panes behind her. His eyes widened. "Whoops." Tossing the weapon aside, he leapt up toward her, and untied the rope from the ceiling. Wylf fell back to the floor, relieved. Her arms were sore from hanging for the past few hours. He untied her hands as well, then climbed back into his nest. Slowly, Wylf untied herself, and crawled against the wall.