Dranga snickered again. "You know, you mentioned something about pets a while ago. That sounds like a neat idea," he said, munching on a piece of meat. Teasingly, he tossed a piece of food down on the floor near her. She tried to ignore it. She didn't want to satisfy him like this, but she felt too hungry. She gave in quickly, and crawled over to get it. He grinned and began tossing more pieces to her. Each piece he threw to her lured her closer and closer to his bed. Soon, she was up against the side of it, and Dranga began scratching her head as she ate from his other hand. "I always hear stories about some people who have pets, about how they have something that looks after them as they sleep, or keep them company." He reached down and gently picked her up, and pulled her into the bed with him. She lay back, stretching her sore muscles as Dranga crouched by her. With a grin, he crawled onto her. "I also get told interesting tales of what they do with their pets when they are bored," he whispered. She smiled weakly as he ran his hand gently over her face. Dranga leaned forward slowly, licking her shoulders as his hands slid down, gently taking hold of her wrists. She struggled slightly, but he easily pinned her gently beneath him while he ran his tongue slowly up along her neck. Wylf shivered slightly when he lowered himself, resting his belly on hers, and she began licking his muzzle lightly, as if silently begging him to continue. His knees pressed down between her legs and forced them apart, and he brought her wrists together above her head. A gasp escaped her when she felt his tailtip teasing along her thigh, slowly rubbing higher. He held her wrists with one paw and ran the other down her arm, then slowly across her chest. "If they behave, those pets often enjoy it," he whispered, licking her ear. Her response came as a soft moan when she felt his hand rub over her breasts and his tail brush across her sex. Her hips unintentionally raised, eager to the feel of his tail. Dranga growled softly, squeezing her nipples between his fingers, and pressed his tail lightly into her vulva. The penetration sent shivers through her. With a louder moan she raised her hips again, unable to ignore the growing pleasure the captain was causing. There was no way she could stop what he was doing, which she found frightening, but equally exciting.

She soon felt Dranga pull his tail away from her. She sighed, panting slightly, disappointed that he had stopped. Dranga shifted slightly, and she felt the head of his cock sliding slowly along the length of her crotch, and her passion instantly returned. She howled out as his penis found the entry to her pussy, stretching her as it slowly forced into her. Dranga rocked his hips slowly, and every thrust sent ripples of desire through her as the dragon's shaft slid deeper and deeper into her. He growled in pleasure, his breath rising to loud pantings as one hard thrust sank his entire cock completely inside the wolf. He bit gently at her ear while he mated her, his shaft pumping harder as he felt a fire of ecstasy starting to burn within him. He licked along her muzzle, feeling her hot breath on his face. Amidst the pleasure of feeling herself engulfing the dragon's cock with his every thrust, Wylf dimly noticed Dranga bringing his muzzle along hers, his mouth forcing hers open and pressing against it. His forked tongue slipped into her mouth, meeting hers. With a whimper of pleasure, she pressed her tongue forward, exploring over his fangs. The waves of pleasure that were rippling over her grew to an intense level, and she broke away from the kiss, tipping her head back and howling as her back arched. The captain nipped at her throat, thrusting harder into her, feeling her clench around his penis with every thrust. Grunts escaped his mouth with every breath, and he felt the desire in his loins swell out of control. Dranga's head tipped back and he let loose an ecstatic roar, an unintentional puff of flame leaping from his maw as his violent thrusting pumped his fiery seed deep into the wolf. His grip on Wylf's wrists released as he trembled through erratic thrusts, finally stopping as a blissful exhaustion quenched his desire. The dragon relaxed and lay spent, panting for breath while he rested on his pet.

Wylf lay quiet, enjoying the bizarre tingling she felt as Dranga slowly licked at her ear, then lifted his head upward to kiss her deeply. Something deep inside her was enjoying this. She never had anyone force her to do anything, and no one ever even thought of treating her like an animal. Even Shiltarm, whom she was much less strict around, would never try anything like this.

She began thinking about him. Poor Shiltarm. What remained of her loyal captain was being digested deep in the belly of this monster that lay resting on top of her. The thought repulsed her, overcoming the pleasure of feeling his seed steaming within her. She broke away from his kiss and tried to push him away. He growled and tried again. She pushed him away once more. He sat back with a frown.

"Would you rather be tied back up again?" he snarled. His words seemed to have no effect, and she continued to struggle away from him. "Or should I find a better use for you? Perhaps I should give you to someone else in my crew for a while?" She glared at him. Dranga smiled, watching her discomfort. "I'm sure someone would love the chance to play with a new toy. In fact, I'm sure the whole crew would be glad to share you. Do you want something like that to happen?" She lay back quietly, appalled by the idea of being treated like property. Being treated as a pet was tolerable; this was too much for her.

He had been bluffing. He really didn't want to give her away. That bothered him a bit. Normally, any prisoners he acquired would often be `lent' out to other crew members. It kept morale much higher. But not with her. Something within him wanted her to himself. The words of the griffon echoed through his head again. He snarled at his confusion, and leapt up out of his nest. He walked over to his clothes and put them on. He looked back at her and cursed quietly. He didn't want to leave her, but something kept bothering him. Maybe being away from her for a little bit would help.

Wylf looked up, not quite sure what had happened. She saw him get dressed, then leave the room. Nervously, she worried that he might be doing as he threatened. A minute later, the door opened again. She cowered back under a blanket when she saw that it wasn't Dranga, but the gold triceratops that she heard Dranga call Chavara.

"'Allo," he said calmly. "The capt'n's gone off for a bit. He wanted me to keep an eye on you. Doesn't want you wanderin' off I guess." Wylf watched with a surprised look as the huge dinosaur sank himself into one of the chairs, pulled out a book, and started reading, totally ignoring her. She was confused by his apparent lack of interest in her. Even weirder, she felt a bit insulted. She lay back in the nest and thought for a bit. An idea formed in her mind, one that should get her free. She looked to the stocky frame of the triceratops. "It just might be enjoyable as well," she thought with a smile.

She climbed out of the bed and walked over to Chavara. He noticed her moving, but kept reading. Quietly, she looked over his shoulder to see what he was reading.

"Isn't that book getting a bit dull?" she whispered into his ear. Her hands fell gently on his shoulders, and rubbed down over the bulging muscles of his arms.

"It's na' that bad," he replied, obviously lying. Wylf slid her paws around to rub his stomach, sliding her paws over the smooth silk of his shirt, nibbling on his ear. He set the book down. Chavara grunted and snickered to himself, thinking this is what the captain meant by her being dangerous. He gave up trying not to admire her. "But it certainly doesn't compare with you."

She smiled, and moved back to the bed, tugging gently on the dinosaur's tail. She gracefully fell onto the bed, stretching herself out, her tail barely concealing the darker patch of fur between her legs. Climbing to his feet, Chavara tossed the book aside and stepped over to her, his well built frame towering over the lithe wolf. She purred softly and rolled into the middle of the captain's nest, beckoning him to follow.

Somewhere below decks, the captain lurked around in the shadows. He soon wound up in the aft hold, resting on one of the crates. "What am I doing in here?" he thought aloud.

"I was wondering that too," came a whisper from somewhere near him. From behind a pile of extra sails crawled a young, dark-furred fox. As usual, Fantom Phox was sneaking around unseen, avoiding most of the crew. "Hiding perhaps? Like me?"

Dranga chuckled. "No, not hiding." Fantom was one of the few of his crew that Dranga really trusted, and Dranga was one of fewer that Fantom could trust. "I just happened to be alone in here."

The fox smiled. "You've caught y'self such a fine prize, and you're not back in yer cabin to enjoy it?"

"Perhaps I just needed a breath of fresh air." Fantom looked meaningfully around the musty hold, but said nothing. "Ok, ok!" the captain snickered, "Maybe I am hiding."

The cabin boy lay back into the pile of sails, getting comfortable. "What ever for?"

Chavara sat sideways on the side of the bed, looking down on the enchanting wolf that lay sprawled out next to him. His paw reached and slowly rubbed his fingers through the soft fur of her stomach. Wylf growled softly, almost purring as she ran her hands up along his arm, then across the soft silken shirt that covered the muscles of his chest. She ran her paws down his sides, and slid them under his shirt. With an graceful motion, she lifted the shirt upward, quickly tugging it over the horns of his head and off his arms, then resumed rubbing his chest. The skin of his chest was much lighter than the dark gold of the rest of him, and was almost white on his portly belly. Wylf's hands slowly moved down over his stomach as Chavara's moved upward to the curves of her chest. Wylf gasped softly as he soothingly squeezed her breasts, and she moaned when he stroked them. Her paws quivered as they fell to the soft fabric of his pants, rubbing slowly over the rapidly enlarging bulge she felt underneath the thin material. She reached up to loosen his belt. Chavara growled loudly as she tugged the belt from his waist. He climbed slowly to his feet, letting his pants fall to his ankles, exposing the erect cock Wylf had felt. He climbed back to the bed, sitting on his tail as Wylf's paws wrapped around his penis, stroking him with painfully sluggish strokes. Wylf leaned forward and crouched on all fours before the massive Chavara, letting her whiskers brush slowly up along his thighs. The dinosaur groaned when he felt her warm wet tongue slide over his balls. With a grunt, Chavara fell back into the pillows while Wylf slid her tongue up his shaft. Wylf licked her tongue thoroughly over his cock, amazed that he was also so warm in spite of being a reptile. Hearing Chavara whining in delight, she slowly brought the head of his length into her mouth, slowly pressing downward. Letting his member slide along her tongue and fangs, she pressed his shaft back, feeling her throat forced open around the head as her tongue reached out where her mouth couldn't. As wylf enjoyed the sound of his ecstatic noises, she eyed the crossbow that lay on the floor where she saw it earlier. It was well out of her physical reach, but magically, it was very close. As she flicked her tongue out over Chavara's balls, she slowly wrapped her mind around the crossbow, trying to hold tightly before she tried moving it.

Wylf's back arched, and she nearly screamed as a sudden wave of pleasure hit her. She lost her focus on the weapon as she felt the dinosaur's tail rub up her leg and teasingly brush over her sex. His tailtip rubbed, circling around her crotch. She lifted her mouth off his penis with a loud moan. The tip of his tail pressed forward, easily sliding into the moist wolf. She shivered, forcing herself back against his tail. Her head thrust forward, taking his cock back into her mouth again, pressing it into her throat as Chavara wriggled his tail deeper into her. Wylf stroked Chavara's cock a few more times with her mouth, massaging his balls with one furry paw, before she felt an explosion of ecstasy erupt with in her. Her head lifted away from him, and with a howl of pleasure she straightened up, forcing herself further onto his wriggling tail. Chavara sat up, wrapped his arms around her back, and leaned her back into the pillows, still tormenting her with his tail. She pulled his stocky frame onto her. His tail slid out from her, and was quickly replaced by the throbbing head of his penis. With one smooth thrust, Chavara's cock filled her, stretching her more than she thought she could take. Wylf whined and howled, squirming in his strong arms, unable to contain her pleasure. Huffing and puffing, the dinosaur rammed his cock into her, his every lunge feeling more wonderful than the last. All too soon, he felt himself peaking. He bellowed out blissfully as his last powered thrusts sent his semen gushing deep into her, then collapsed, holding the wolf tightly, feeling completely exhausted.

Wylf rested very briefly, then reluctantly seized her chance. She reached out with her mind again, grabbing the crossbow and pulling it across the room. It landed smoothly in her hand, pointing right at Chavara's head. "Get up," she growled, from under his bulk.

"Wha?" he groaned, startled by the tone of her voice. Then he saw the bolt aimed at him, and he pushed himself up to kneel over her, raising his hands.

"Turn around," she said as she climbed to her feet, standing on the bed. Turning nervously, he thought he heard her whisper "I'm sorry." A second later he felt the butt of the crossbow striking the back of his head, knocking him into blackness.

"You like her, don't you?" asked the fox.

"I do not!" shouted the captain.

Fantom chuckled. "You came back to the `Amnidar' from wherever you've been in your large form. That's something you never do unless you're in serious trouble. And, if during that time of serious trouble, you went out of the way to drag her along..." His voice trailed off.

Dranga sighed. That fox is sometimes too clever. "Ok, maybe I like her a little."

"Maybe a lot."

"Would you shut up!"

Fantom grinned. "But since you do like her, why are you out here and not with her?"

"Perhaps I just need to be away from her for a bit."

"Ah-ha! So you do like her!"

"Shut up!" Dranga shouted. This was how most of their arguments went. Half of what was said was meaningful, and the more fun part was this senselessly bickering.

"So why be you hiding?"

Dranga sighed. "I'm not sure what to do about Wylf."

"You? Baffled by one of your own captives?"

"Aww, what do you know about this kinda stuff anyway?"

The fox grinned. "Obviously more than you." Dranga chuckled. "I think you need to stop tryin' to force each other around. You know, maybe charm? So that she doesn't feel like a prisoner?"

They sat quietly for a moment as the captain tried to figure out what the fox was saying. Off in the distance, they heard the crew, on deck, raising quite a commotion. "Sounds like they're fighting again." mumbled the fox.

Dranga grumbled. "Again? Time to see what's bothering them..."

Fantom leapt to his feet. "I'll check. Maybe you should check on Wylf?"

"Perhaps, yes," he said as the fox hurried off. He remained a minute more before climbing to his feet and heading back to his cabin.

Dranga opened the door to his cabin. Chavara was lying in his bed, rubbing his head and groaning something unpleasant. "Chavara?" he shouted as he leapt over to him. "What happened?"

"Wylf kinda... distracted me."

Dranga noticed the dinosaur's clothes on the floor, and chuckled. "Quite an exciting distraction. I told you she could be dangerous."

"Yeah, but she's well worth that risk," he snickered.

Dranga smiled. "You're damned right. Where is she?"

"How the hell should I know? She kinda knocked me out. In more ways than one!"

Dranga laughed. "You rest here. She can't have gone too far." Chavara collapsed back into the bed as Dranga leapt to the floor and bolted for the deck.

The deck itself was in chaos. Everyone was running all over the place. Much of the rigging seemed to be falling apart, and most of the crew was struggling to hold it together. Dranga saw Fantom running by, and grabbed his arm.

"What happened?" he shouted.

"That wolf of yours. She came up from below and fired up a storm, making a mess of the rigging before anyone even saw her. She's severed most of the lines, and two of the booms have swung loose. They're still trying to get some of the crew out of the water."

"Yes, but where'd she go?" he asked after a second.

"Dunno. I think she leapt over the side. What ever you did to her, it wasn't exactly charming."

Dranga growled at him. "When Chavara gets up here, tell him to take his time re-rigging the sails. We won't be leaving for a while."

"Aye captain." the fox said. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going after Wylf."

Fantom winked at him. "As I thought. Good luck!"

Wylf had swum to shore. It wasn't a long trip, but after being tied up for the night, the swim was difficult. Luckily, she quickly ran into a small patrol of her guards, and they had horses. She was soon riding swiftly back to her camp as the darkness fell. With any luck, Dranga wouldn't bother looking for her. She'd never have to see him again.

Wylf never even heard Dranga's approach. He had been flying over the area, guessing that she would be trying to get back to her camp. He heard the sound of hoofbeats, and flew closer to investigate. Upon seeing that it was her, he dove down at her. He crashed into her, knocking her off the horses back and they both tumbled into the sand.

"Get away from me!" she screeched. After a short struggle, Dranga had her pinned down below him. "What do you want?" she shouted angrily.

Dranga suddenly realized what he was supposed to be doing. He was intending to ask her if she had wanted to stay for a while, trying to charm her as Fantom suggested. Now all he was doing was getting her frightened and very angry. He leaned back onto his feet and crouched over her. "Uh... well... I wanted to see if you wanted to stay on the `Amnidar' for a little bit with me."

"What?" she snapped. He sounded very confused about something.

"Look. I'm sorry about what I said about lending you out to my crew. I never would have. I was just trying to frighten you."

"It worked," she thought. Something in the dragon's voice had changed. He almost sounded sad.

"I was going to ask you if you might have wanted to stay on my ship for a little while, a-- as a guest." He blushed faintly. "I've sort have gotten to like you. But after I saw you had escaped, I was too anxious to find you. I kinda forgot about being nice, and just grabbed you when I saw you here." He looked down and shut his eyes. "I'm sorry about what I did to that griffon. I know you liked him, but..."

Wylf sat up. "Well... he was getting to be a nuisance for me anyhow. I would have had to deal with him somehow. I think I spoiled him a bit too much. Besides, after what he did, I imagine you wanted some revenge anyhow."

Dranga laughed awkwardly. "You could say that."

A cool breeze blew by quietly, and both shivered slightly. "It'll be cold soon," Wylf said quietly.

"How far away is that town of yours?"

"Not far, but the guards will have a fit if you just walk in, even with me there."

Dranga frowned. "After the havoc you started on the ship, it might be best if you gave the crew time to cool off before you showed up." He looked around. "So now what?"

"How about... a vacation?" Dranga peered at Wylf as she spoke. "I know I wouldn't mind hiding from some of my responsibilities for a bit." She paused. "Care for some... shore leave?"

"Now that you mention it, I would. Right now perhaps?"

"You'll just abandon your ship?"

"For a bit. Chavara's used to me vanishing briefly from time to time. This whole race was his idea. It's his fault I got into all this. Making him take control will serve him right." Dranga thought for a bit. "But where might we go?"

Wylf smiled. "To the northwest is an old fortress just at the edge of my territory. It's right on the coast." She smiled. "I could send all the guards back while we're there, and we'd have the whole place to ourselves. We could make all the noise we wanted."

Dranga snickered at that comment. "Ok."

Wylf stood up and pulled him to his feet. The horse she had been riding had slowly returned, and she reached out and grabbed his harness. "Come on. It's a short ride," Wylf said as she climbed on. Dranga climbed up and sat behind her. She spurred the horse onward.

"You know," said Dranga, "If I carried you, we would get there faster."

"I know, but when we get there, you may be hungry, and I don't want you eating any more of my griffons," she said with a smile as she patted the side of the horse. Dranga wrapped his arms around her and hugged her as they rode on into the night.