Archive-name: Fantasy/desertwo.txt
Archive-author: Carl `Dragon' Norden
Archive-title: Desert Wolf


     Wylf opened her eyes and stretched lazily.  Around her,
the dark blue walls of her tent protected her from the
bright late morning sunlight that beat down upon the
surrounding sands.  Beyond the walls, she could hear the
faint sounds of the surrounding town, a permanent camp in
the middle of a vast desert.  For once, the responsibilities
of running the town had disappeared, allowing her to sleep
late.  The wolf settled back into the soft, silken pillows,
slowly skritching her paws through the soft russet fur of
her sides.  She lay in the dim light of the tent, enjoying
the tranquillity while it lasted.
     From somewhere outside, she heard wing beats approach,
then footsteps.  The flaps to the tent whipped open, and the
shadow of a large griffon moved across the blazing light.
The door closed and darkness returned.  Shiltarm squinted,
trying to see.  He had a rough idea of where Wylf would be,
but could only make out vague shadows.  He stood by the door
and waited.  "Mistress?" he called quietly.
     Wylf yawned and looked up.  Casually, she eyed the
captain of her guards.  Unlike Wylf, who was wearing
nothing, he wore a crimson and black sash across his chest.
Tight black pants covered his muscular legs, and a long,
scimitar hung from his belt.  Gold-feathered wings hung
behind him.  He was panting from his flight.  Wylf knew that
he realized how dangerous it was to fly in the heat of the
day, so he had some reason to get here quickly.  "What is
it?" she asked eventually.
     "Herril has now vanished, and we still haven't found
any sign of Tar'thom or Rit'ko.  Even their horses are still
missing." He paused, wondering if she was listening.  "A
sword was found, and I think it belonged to Herril," he
said.  He moved closer to Wylf, standing just in front of
her.  "Also, a foreign ship has anchored in the northern
harbor."
     Wylf yawned again and sat up.  Her drowsy eyes stared
up at the griffon.  "Who cares?" she thought.  She was too
tired to worry about that right now.  She grinned
mischievously as she thought of something else that she
found more interesting.  With a smirk of pleasure, she
reached out for Shiltarm's belt with her foot.
     Shiltarm's beak dropped as Wylf's rather agile feet
started undoing his buckle.  Trying not to let himself
become too aroused (but failing), he sputtered "That ship
could be a minor threat."
     "Perhaps," replied Wylf absently, pulling the belt away
from his waist.  Over the past few months, she had gotten
quite good at using her feet for things like that.  As his
loose pants and sword fell to the ground, she kneeled before
him, and glanced up to the griffon's face.  His wings and
tail quivered as the wolf's paws rubbed through the golden
fur on his legs.  Wylf growled softly, massaging his balls
gently with one paw.  With a grin, Shiltarm sighed and
growled back as the wolf aroused him further with her
tongue.  "Almost too easy," Wylf thought as she kept herself
amused with the griffon.  Casually, she forced his hardened
penis into her mouth, still rubbing and teasing with her
tongue and fangs.  "Perhaps he's gotten too used to this,"
she thought, hearing his quiet roars.  "Something will have
to be done about that."  With one final lick, she pulled her
head away from him and looked up over the chest of the
panting creature.  "Maybe."
     She kneeled, and rubbed her paws further up his body,
over the fur on his stomach and chest, up to the soft
feathers of his neck.  Leaning back, she pulled him down
onto her bed.  He landed over her on all fours, and she
pulled his beak to her muzzle for a kiss.  Their tongues met
and intertwined as Shiltarm's tail started rubbing around
Wylf's legs.  She pulled away from the kiss with a gasp.  He
tickled her thighs with the fuzzy end of his tail and felt
Wylf shudder as he brushed it across her pussy.  While his
tail continued to excite the wolf, he leaned forward and
started biting gently at her ears.  Lost in her growing
excitement, Wylf's paws clawed frantically at his back and
the base of his powerful wings.  She grabbed his waist and
pulled his hips toward her own, desperate for satisfaction.
His hips gave way, but only far enough to allow the head of
his penis to rest against the rim of her vulva, which was by
now begging, practically screaming, to be filled.  After a
deliberate pause, Shiltarm started a slow entry into the
passion-filled wolf beneath him.  Wylf howled with pleasure
as she felt herself taking in the griffon.  With one gentle
push, his entire length slid into Wylf, and Shiltarm stopped
for a bit to allow the sudden wave of ecstasy to subside.
     Like a wild animal, Wylf began biting at Shiltarm's
feathery neck and growling in his ears.  Matching her
growls, the griffon started thrusting himself deep into the
wolf.  Wylf tried to muffle her cries and howls as she felt
ripples of pleasure burning through her innards each time
the griffon's hips impacted on hers.  The bucking of his
hips became harder and faster as Wylf bit at his ears.
Feeling the griffon sliding though her summoned powerful
surges of ecstasy that built up inside of her until she felt
all her control ebbing away.  A howl escaped her lips when
she felt her whole body tense and quake from Shiltarm's
frantic thrusting.  Somewhere above her, she heard him cry
out as well, and she could almost feel the white heat
burning inside of her from the griffon's orgasm.  She was
dimly aware of the heavily panting griffon falling gently
onto her chest, and felt his hot breath on her face.  A
numbing silence was all she felt for some time.
     Slowly, Wylf felt herself regaining control, and
started to calm down slightly.  She had felt like a mindless
animal beneath him, compelled by instincts she couldn't
understand, almost as if this mating with Shiltarm was
something she was forced to do.  Her body quivered slightly
as she thought about how much she enjoyed that feeling.
Shiltarm, on the other hand, always seemed to remain rather
calm and controlled, something Wylf found rather unexciting
about him.  Sometime soon it might be time for her to find a
new `toy' to replace him.  Sometime, maybe.

     Two hours later, they were riding across the desert,
arriving at the harbor soon after.  Along the ocean the
desert was very much different.  Trees and thick bushes grew
along the hilly shoreline.  Instead of powder-dry sand, the
ground was solid, even damp in some places.  More of her
guards were already there, about 40 of them, sitting in the
shade waiting.  They sprung to attention when she arrived.
Shiltarm dismounted from his horse, and stood in front of
his other guards.
     Wylf looked to the ship.  It was a large sea ship, made
for crossing oceans through any weather.  Cannon barrels
peeked out of the sides.  All the sails were rolled up on
the gaffes, except for a few loose pieces which flapped in
the breeze.  An anchor chain lead down from the bow into the
dark water.  Across the back, glinting in the sunlight, were
the letters `Amnidar' in gold.  There seemed to be no
activity on the deck.
     Shiltarm spoke.  "No one has left the ship since it
arrived.  It seems to be waiting for something."
     "But for what?"  Wylf asked.  She tried to remember why
the name `Amnidar' sounded oddly familiar.  "Can you take
that ship?"
     "Of course!  The crew seems to be very small.  It may
be a decoy, but I doubt it."  He looked to the ship.  "Their
only weapon seems to be those cannons, and they would be
useless against us if we flew to them."
     "All right, do it then."  She got off her horse as the
griffons drew their weapons.  "There is little point in
waiting until dark.  They would expect it then.  Go!"  The
aerial army took to the air and advanced on the ship.  Wylf
stood in the shade by one of the trees and watched.  Just as
the griffons reached the ship, a hand came out of the brush
behind her, grabbed her mouth, and yanked her back.
     She struggled while she was dragged through the trees
to a small clearing.  Her attacker pushed her to the ground,
and removed the sword from her belt.  "So you're in charge
here," came a voice.  "I must admit, you're much prettier
than most leaders I've run into. As for your hospitality,
well... Attacking my ship?  No matter... Those whimps of
yours won't get far."  Wylf turned to look to the voice.
     Standing over her was a stocky reddish-pink dragon.
The black pants that he wore were more like shorts now, the
tattered bottoms hung just above his knees.  An old crimson
sash tied about his waist held them in place.  His face was
red from sunlight; he obviously wasn't used to this
environment.  A childish smirk crossed his face, and emerald
green eyes stared into her own.
     "I thought that ship sounded familiar.  Captain Dranga,
the legendary fear of sailors," she growled, concealing her
nervousness.
     He grinned and bowed.  "It's nice to be popular."
     "If you think you have any chance of getting anything
out of my-"
     "Ha!  Are you serious?  In all my travels, I haven't
come across anyplace more boring and useless than this
place, including that town of yours."
     Wylf ignored the insult.  "Then why are you here?"  She
rubbed her chest, and began toying with her necklace.
     "Amusement.  I'm having a race with Atom, Chavara, and
a few others of my crew.  Raced across the continent, to
here.  And since I seem to be quite early, I'm now after
entertainment."  He grinned maliciously.
     "If you touch me..." Wylf started.  Dranga suddenly
noticed the attention she was giving her necklace, and leapt
onto her and ripped it from her throat.  He looked closely
at it, and let out a loud growl.  "It's just a necklace,"
she said.
     "I doubt that."
     "Are all pirates this paranoid?"
     "Perhaps, which could explain why I'm not the one who's
just been caught."
     "Yet," she mumbled.  Dranga remembered the griffons.
Grabbing her arm, he bolted back into the brush, dragging
her along behind him.  Darting quickly through the trees,
they reached the shore in no time.  He held her tight, leapt
onto one of the horses and spurred it on, leading it toward
the hills nearby.
     He pulled her in front of him and held his claws
against her stomach.  "Now stay put!" he growled.  As he
glanced over his shoulder, he saw the griffons moving away
from the ship.  He must have been right about the necklace.
Soon after, the horse raced into the small mountain range
above the desert, and the harbor was out of sight.
     Dranga wedged the necklace under the saddle.  His legs
came up along the wolf's waist.  He crossed his feet in
front of her, and squeezed, cutting off her breath, forcing
a cry of pain from the wolf.  "Try anything, and you're in
big trouble," he said as he let her breathe again.  His
wings snapped open, and he drove one set of his claws into
the horse's side.  The mare panicked, leaping forward in
pain and fear.  Dranga's wings pulled him and his wolf
captive into the air.
     They ascended far above the ground.  Wylf felt relieved
that she didn't have a fear of heights.  She still remained
nervous knowing that Dranga could drop her at any time, and
a fall like this could kill her.
     Dranga flew for a while, high enough to keep his
captive frightened, but low enough not to be seen.  He
veered toward the cave he had used as a shelter and swooped
into it.  Once inside, he dropped the wolf, and landed by
the small pool.  He shoved his face deep under the frigid
water, and splashed more on his body.  He was not accustomed
to the desert heat.  Doing almost anything made him hot, and
a flight like that overheated him quickly.
     Wylf tumbled across the floor, and crashed into the
wall.  She lay there, dazed for a bit.  They had dropped
down a steep shaft which was probably impossible to climb,
meaning her only escape was from outside help.
     The sound of the dragon splashing around in the water
caught her attention.  She sat up as she watched him cool
off.  "Getting a bit hot for you, eh?" she thought with a
slight grin.  "I'll have to remember that."
     As her eyes adjusted to the light, she looked around.
A small fire burning near the center of the cave kept the
chamber from getting too cold and provided enough light to
see.  Off in the corner, she noticed a large pile of bones,
three red and black suits, and a pair of swords.  "Tar'thom,
Rit'ko, and Herril," she said quietly.
     "Yep," replied the dragon.  "And their horses."  He
patted his belly.  "I must say, you raise tasty griffons
here," he said, licking his lips.
     A surge of rage overtook Wylf, and the spell passed her
lips before she knew it.  One of the swords flew across the
room into her hand.  She hesitated for a bit, angry at
herself.  Using any magic, even such a simple type, was
dangerous when not in total control, and using it
automatically could be just as dangerous.  She forgot about
it for now, for the dragon was more of a threat.
     Dranga saw what happened, and leapt to his feet.  He
was only partially sure about what happened.  Normally,
Wylf, with or with out the sword or magic, wouldn't trouble
Dranga, but if he wasn't careful, he would overheat again.
     Wylf held the sword toward him.  Dranga stood, waiting
for her to move.  As soon as she took a step toward him, he
blew a cloud of fire at her, and leapt through it onto her.
The fire startled Wylf, and his collision with her caused
her to stumble back.  Falling, she swung the sword at him,
and it caught his wing.  The blade tore a large gash through
the soft flesh of his wing.  "Yahh!!" he cried with pain as
he struck out at her wrist.  Claws sliced across her arm,
and the sword fell from her hand to the floor.  The fight
was now just a matter of strength and agility, and the
dragon had her out matched.  In a few minutes, she was
pinned down.
     Breathing heavily, Dranga held her down with one foot.
He reached for the sword with his tail, pulled it closer,
and picked it up.  "So you like playing with swords?"  He
looked at the blade as she glared at him.  He grinned
sadistically, and placed the blade into the fire, under the
glowing embers.  Her mouth dropped open in fear, watching
him withdraw the sword, its blade glowing brightly in the
darkness.  With his free hand, he tore her shirt near her
stomach open, and waved the sword close.
     "What are you doing?" she cried with fear.
     "You want to know?"  He pressed the blade into her
fur..  She screamed loudly as it sizzled against fur and
flesh.  Almost instantly, he pulled it back.  A large patch
of blackened fur remained, but aside from the pain, he had
done nothing more.  He flipped the sword to his other side,
and held it close to her skin again.
     "That's just a singe.  Want a more permanent one now?"
     "No!  no..." she whimpered.  Her side was still in
pain, and she shuddered the thought of another burn.
     "Well... are we going to try that trick again?"
     "Nay."
     "Good."  He tossed the sword into the pool.  With a
splash of water and a hiss of steam, it vanished into the
shadows of the pool.  "Now remember," he pulled her head
near his, and looked into her half open eyes.  "Your friends
were just griffons, and you're just a wolf.  It really makes
no difference to me."  He dropped her back to the ground,
and looked at her again.  "Except... you happen to be a
girl." he continued with a wicked grin.  He began to tug at
her loose clothing.  Wylf struggled furiously, but aside
from him delaying to strike her across the face with his
paw, it hardly hindered the dragon's efforts.  He tore her
shirt off, and yanked off the pants she was wearing.
     "NO!  Please!" she screamed.
     "Oh?  Why not?  It might be fun," Dranga teased, and he
began to let his paws wander across her fur.  As he amused
himself, she became furious.
     "How dare you try this?" she growled.  No one ever even
dared to disobey her, let alone pin her down and try this.
She was powerless.  All she could do was get angry.  "Get
your paws off of me."
     "You know," he chuckled, "you're beginning to get
annoying.  I'll have to find some use for you."  He held her
down with one hand, and began to undo the sash about his
waist.  With a yank, his own pants came off, and he tossed
them aside.  With a snarl of anticipation, he crouched over
her.  Wylf looked at him with fear and anger.
     "Don't even think about-" she started angrily.
     "Your voice is getting tiresome.  Perhaps I should plug
your mouth with something?" he said as he grabbed her muzzle
and forced her mouth open.  He brought his waist up toward
her face, and Wylf shuddered when she felt the dragon's
erect penis brush against her chin.  "Now if I feel one bite
from you," he warned as he positioned himself over her,
"you're going to wind up following your three griffon
friends.  Got that?"
     Before she could answer him, he brought his hips down
and stuffed his swollen maleness into her mouth.  Out of
fear, she felt forced to keep him pleased.  As the dragon's
waist slowly bobbed up and down, Wylf rubbed her tongue
along his length.  As she continued hearing his grunts of
enjoyment, her anger toward him grew, though not enough to
overcome her fear about his threat.  She also began to feel
angry at herself for starting to feel oddly aroused.
     With a sudden push from the dragon, Wylf's head was
pressed against the rocks behind her, and was held there by
his body.  Growling with determination and anticipation,
Dranga started forceful thrusts over the wolf's tongue.
Again, Wylf felt forced to allow him to continue due to her
fear, but also due to some unexplainable desire.  She almost
wanted him to do this, almost hoping he wouldn't stop.
Hearing the intensity of his growls and snarls increase, she
shuddered with fear about what was to come, but
unconsciously tightened her lips around him.  A few more
quick, violent bucks of his hips brought the loudly roaring
dragon to an orgasm inside her mouth.  Wylf felt her own
body tense up in an almost pleasurable way as her mouth was
suddenly filled with a heated, salty ooze.  Dranga sighed
with satisfaction and pulled himself away from her to rest.
     As Dranga rolled off her, she spat the whiteish liquid
out and scowled at him with blatant hatred.  Being used like
this was something she had never imagined happening from
anyone.  Being raped or treated so roughly was something she
found unthinkable.
     So why did she enjoy it so much?
     Her thoughts were again cut short as she noticed that
the dragon seemed to be stumbling around, as if drunk.  A
confused look crossed his face, and his eyes seemed unable
to focus.  He suddenly fell forward onto her with a gasp.
Something seemed wrong with him again, but Wylf remained
still.
     In a few seconds, Dranga recovered, partially.  He
still felt hot, and was beginning to get weak.  He crawled
away from her and moved toward the pool.  His head was
spinning badly.  His internal temperature was way to high.
That fight got him hot enough, and playing around with her
made it worse.  In a few days he'd be adjusted to this
temperature and environment, but until then, he had to be
more careful.  He collapsed into the pool.  His eyes had a
hard time focusing on anything, so he just closed them for
now while he cooled off.
     Wylf stood up, watching him.  She had guessed that the
heat was getting to him again, for the dragon didn't get a
chance to cool down after their flight.  He seemed almost
helpless once he overheated.  "I wonder..." she thought as
an idea crossed her mind.  Grabbing a mid-sized rock, she
stepped closer to him.
     Dranga heard something, and sat up.  He was cooler now,
but he still felt dizzy.  He opened one eye, and saw Wylf
leaping at him.  Startled, he tried to move out of her way,
but couldn't react fast enough.  As Wylf struck his head
with the rock, Dranga growled in pain.  Everything he saw
was fading to a whiteish color.  His body crashed onto the
rocks by the pool.  Though the waves of pain, he tried to
get up.  All he could feel was the throb of pain on his
head, and he fell back over.  He saw Wylf as she stood over
him, and he could just barely make out the grin on her face.
With a sadistic laugh, she struck the rock against his head
again.  This time, he blacked out.


            -----

     Dranga slowly felt himself regaining consciousness.  He
wasn't in the cave anymore.  He seemed to be lying on
something soft.  He opened his eyes, but all he saw was a
blur.  Somewhere nearby, he could make out vague movements
and muffled voices.  He tried to sit up, but fell back down.
His head still was spinning, and he felt weak.  Slowly, his
vision cleared, and he was able to look around.  He was in
some sort of room.  It was rather dark, the area only being
lit by two braziers.  A soft bed of pillows was beneath him.
Looking around some more, he noticed a griffon nearby,
presumably one of Wylf's guards.  "Only one guard?" Dranga
thought.  He sat up again, and felt the ropes on his arms
and legs.  "Ah.  I thought it was too easy."  He sat back,
hoping the pounding in his head would stop.
     Sometime soon after, Wylf walked in.  Shiltarm motioned
for the guard to leave, and took his place behind Wylf.  She
grinned as Dranga looked up at her.  "I'm glad you've
finally woken up."
     "Nice to see that one of us is," he groaned.  His head
still hurt.  She walked over to him, and reached out to his
neck.  She had something in her hand.  "What are you doing?"
     "Restraining you.  This necklace is a little present I
fixed up for you."  He felt her fastening it around her
neck.  It felt a bit tight already.  "There.  Now you're a
bit more under control."  She pulled a knife from her belt
and cut his ropes.
     As soon as he was free, he made a quick attempt at
grabbing her wrist.  Shiltarm reached for his sword, and
stepped closer.  Wylf just smiled and concentrated on the
necklace.  It began to close around Dranga's throat, cutting
short his breath.  He released her with a startled choke,
and it loosened.  Reaching up to feel the necklace, he found
that it was just a thin chain with a small crystal, but the
material seemed very strong.  Judging by the feel of it, it
was probably a lot like the one Wylf was wearing, but hers
hung loosely with a small crystal attached.  She smiled.
"Now, I expect you to remain here until I've sent for you.
If you think of trying anything, make sure you think of that
necklace first."  With that, she and Shiltarm left.
     Dranga was furious.  He paced around the tent.  This
had never happened before.  No one ever dared to try
anything like this.  Yet she was doing a lot more than
trying, and he couldn't stop her.  He threw himself onto the
mound of pillows with a growl of anger.

     A short time later, another griffon entered.  She was
carrying a large tray of food, filled mostly with fruits
that he vaguely recognized.  After setting it down on the
pillows beside the dragon, she stepped back and watched him.
He looked at the tray, then at her.
     "What is that?" he asked.
     "Wylf told me to get some food for you.  There are some
of the fruits we just received."
     Dranga snickered.  "You're joking.  She said to bring
me food.  Go get some sheep or a horse or something."
     "We don't have horse steaks just lying around." she
replied.
     "A steak?  Forget that.  Get me a live one."
     "What, you'd eat a whole horse??"
     "Yeah.  I've done it before."
     "I can't get you one.  Wylf has enough trouble with her
guards trying to eat them.  This is all you get."
     He eyed the tray.  The food it carried looked quite
good, but he felt like harassing her.  "That stuff looks
nasty."
     The griffon frowned.  "Wylf also told me to make sure
that you ate."  She walked toward him, and grabbed his arm.
     "Hey!"  he cried as she tried to force his mouth open.
"If it wasn't for this damn collar, I'd-"
     "That is the point of the thing," she said calmly.  He
stopped struggling, and let her feed him.  It was a lot
better than he expected (though not as good as he hoped),
but he still complained just to annoy her and to amuse
himself.
     It wasn't too long before his hunger made him forget
about trying to irritate the griffon, so he just attacked
what was on the tray.  He was dimly aware of her presence at
his side, needlessly hovering close by to make sure he ate.
The tray was quickly emptied.  Dranga sighed happily,
feeling both content and tired, sprawling himself out on his
stomach for a quick nap.
     He had forgotten about the griffon, until he noticed
that she was still sitting by his side.  He was trying to
think of something else to complain to her about when she
started lightly scratching his back.  He completely forgot
about what he wanted to complain about as he enjoyed the
feel of her paws scratching, which slowly changed to
rubbing..
     "Being a captive might not be so bad," he thought as
she gently rubbed the muscles around his wings.  "So what
else did Wylf tell you to do for me?" he asked casually
between groans of pleasure.
     "Oh, nothing."  With that, she stood up and left.
     He stared after her.  "Hey, wait a minute," he said,
but she was already gone.  "That wasn't supposed to happen
that way," he growled.

     The rest of the day went quietly, until evening.
Dranga stirred, hearing the doors of the tent whipped open.
Sitting up drowsily, he was surprised to see only Shiltarm
standing over him.  He tried to stand, but an abrupt punch
from the griffon collapsed him back to the bed.  "Enjoying
your stay, Captain?" sneered the griffon as Dranga sat back
up growling.  Dranga heard the sounds of several guards
still outside, then remembered his collar, and restrained
himself from returning the attack.  He was hardly alert
enough to try anything anyway.
     "Well, I've had better," he mumbled through clenched
teeth.
     The griffon belted him again.  "Watch you're tone of
voice," he growled.  Dranga managed to catch the blow, and
this time swung back, striking the griffon square in the
face.  Shiltarm roared in rage and leapt onto the dragon,
knocking the wind out of him.
     They struggled briefly before Shiltarm managed to get
Dranga pinned down under him.  "That wasn't so hard,"
taunted the griffon.  Shiltarm cuffed him again, and Dranga
dropped into the pillows, ceasing his struggles.  "Hardly a
fair contest," Shiltarm laughed, "But the pleasure of
humiliating you seems a fair prize."
     Dranga groggily forced himself to his hands and knees,
shaking his head.  Amidst the pounding in his ears, he heard
the sound of the griffons belt being unbuckled.  When he
finally realized what it was, he quickly straightened upward
to his knees.  "Wha-", he started.
     With a painful crack, the leather belt was struck hard
across his back.  Dranga collapsed forward again with a cry
of agony.  He felt the griffon's hands on his back, roughly
pulling him to his knees, and felt his hot breath along the
back of his neck.  "A very easy conquest," rasped the
griffon.  Dranga snarled and tried to struggle free as he
suddenly felt what had to be the griffons erect and ready
cock pressing up under his tail, but Shiltarm's grip on his
waist held him in place.  All at once, Shiltarm bit down on
Dranga's shoulder with his beak as he thrust himself
forward, forcing his penis into the dragon.  A sharp cry of
pain escaped Dranga's mouth as he felt himself taken, and
his cries slowly faded to whimpers as Shiltarm kept pressing
further, not stopping until he had buried his entire length
within his prize.  The griffon rested briefly, lowering his
furry belly onto Dranga's back.  He held tightly to the
dragon beneath him and licked at the blood that was starting
to dribble along Dranga's shoulder.  "What's wrong,
Captain?" Shiltarm sneered.  "Aren't you pirates used to
this?"  Dranga trembled under his captor as he felt the
griffon's cock being pulled almost completely out of him,
then harshly thrust back in.  The griffon bit into Dranga
again, his breath becoming erratic as he screwed harder, his
hips crashing into Dranga with greater force.  The grip on
his waist tightened as he heard the griffon peaking.  Dranga
cried out in pain again as he felt the razor sharp beak
closing on the back of his neck.  Shiltarm shuddered,
muffling his shrieks of ecstasy into the dragon's neck as he
thrust himself into the dragon a few last times before
falling back to rest.
     Dranga tried to leap away, but suddenly felt Shiltarm
pulling him back by his collar.  "You're not through yet,
cretin!"  Shiltarm yanked, and Dranga flipped back, his head
landing against the griffons leg.  "I'm still having fun."
Shiltarm tugged Dranga's head upward toward his stomach.
Dranga growled, and was struck across the head again.
Shiltarm grabbed the dragon's head in both hands.  "Let's
see how that tongue of yours is."  Thumbs on either side of
Dranga's jaws forced his mouth open, and Dranga saw the
still erect cock of the griffon bobbing before him.  "If I
feel one fang," scowled Shiltarm, "I'll be using your hide
as a saddle."  Shiltarm pulled Dranga's mouth over his penis
and forced his jaws closed over it.  The dragon shivered and
worked his tongue over the shaft, unwillingly pressing it
against the back of his throat.  Shiltarm growled softly,
rocking his hips slightly and sliding his cock through
Dranga's mouth, pressing it partway into his throat.  A few
more licks from the dragon's tongue and the griffon came
again, filling Dranga's mouth with the hot salty ooze.
Shiltarm sighed contentedly, and slid his shaft from
Dranga's mouth, but his paws held tightly around his muzzle.
Dranga struggled slightly, but the griffon held, laughing.
Reluctantly, Dranga swallowed the mouthful of griffon semen,
and was rewarded with another harsh cuff on the head,
sending him crashing into the pillows.  Shiltarm laughed as
he pulled his pants back on.  "Enjoy your nap, Captain," the
griffon sneered, laughing more as he left.  Dranga struggled
to a position that felt a bit less uncomfortable, seething
with a blurry rage as he collapsed into unconsciousness.

     For Wylf, however, things were going much better.  For
the first time since she returned, Shiltarm wasn't pestering
her.  He had followed her, constantly inquiring about
whether or not she was harmed in the struggle with Dranga.
Luckily, she hadn't seen him all day.  Finally last night he
had disappeared, allowing her to rest.  She had seen him
once while out this morning, and was quite glad to see he
was busy with something else.
     Deep down inside, she had a sneaking suspicion that
Shiltarm was getting really jealous about the fact that she
had taken quite a bit of interest in this new toy she
acquired.  The thought infuriated her.  It should be of no
interest to him what she did or thought.  She cursed herself
quietly for giving the griffon too much attention.  Still,
with this new `playmate', she should be able to set Shiltarm
straight.
     She entered her tent and climbed back onto her bed of
pillows.  After tossing all her clothes into one corner of
the tent, she lay back and thought about sleeping before
dealing with more of the day's responsibilities.  After
rolling around for a while with little success, she decided
that she was too hungry to sleep.  She sent for a late
breakfast, which her servants brought right away.  Soon
after, she decided to have Dranga sent in also.
     Her guards arrived at Dranga's tent almost immediately
after.  Though he was not in the mood to wake up, he was
glad to have a chance to get out of his tent.  As the two
guards lead him to Wylf's tent, Dranga got a good look of
the camp.  There were dozens of tents, and most of them
seemed to be set up somewhat permanently.  Many guards were
scattered around also, most of them being griffons, but
there were a few others scattered about in various ranks.
"Wylf seems to like something about griffons," he mumbled,
not really caring why.  All around were all types of
different creatures, all going about their daily business,
barely taking notice of the dragon.  "This isn't a camp,
it's practically a small city," he thought.
     A few moments later, they came upon a tent that was far
larger than the others.  He guessed that it had to be
Wylf's.  As he walked toward the door, the griffons stopped
and let him enter.  He stepped through the door out of the
hot sun into the cool darkness of the tent.  Once inside, he
could smell the food she was eating.  What ever it was, it
smelled a lot better than the vegetarian nightmare he had
gotten before, and his hunger returned slightly.  His eyes
slowly adjusted to the dim light, but he kept walking
blindly forward.
     In his own cabin, he carefully left the path in front
of his door clear just for this reason, and he assumed that
Wylf did the same thing.  As his foot struck some unknown
object which sent him careening through the darkness, he
realized how wrong he was.  He crashed into the side of
Wylf's bed and fell to the floor.  Wylf laughed.  She had
been watching him in silence since he entered, hoping
something amusing like this would happen.  "Perhaps you
should stay down there," she said.  "You'd make a nice pet
that way."  He groaned and climbed to his feet.  His eyes
had adjusted a bit more by now, and he could see her lying
on her bed.  She rolled over and laid on her stomach.  "Rub
my back," she ordered.  With a sigh, he kneeled by her side
and began massaging the wolf.  From time to time, she
growled happily.  After a few minutes, she rolled away from
him.  He stood back up and watched her.
     She rolled up against some pillows and sat up a bit.
"Come here," she said quietly.
     "What, in the bed?" Dranga asked.  It wasn't quite what
he was expecting.  She nodded in the darkness.  Carefully,
he stepped closer.  When he reached the side, he stopped,
and sat down on the side, still only barely able to see.
She snickered quietly, and kneeled beside him.  "Now what do
you want?" he asked.
     She moved herself even closer.  "What do you think?"
she purred in his ear.
     Dranga thought for a bit.  He knew just what she wanted
to hear, but trying to provoke her might be more fun.
"Well, since you asked," he started with a grin, "I think
you desperately want anything you can't have."
     Wylf slapped him hard across his face.  Half
instinctively, half curious about what would happen, he
punched her back, striking her muzzle.  His punch wasn't too
hard, but it caused her body to twist away from him, or so
he thought.  In a flush of anger, she had spun herself
around, and still unaccustomed to the darkness, Dranga
didn't see what she was doing.  Growling, she raised her arm
as she spun, and her elbow struck Dranga hard on the side of
his head.
     "GUARDS!!" she screamed as he crashed to the floor,
again.  As he climbed to his knees, a pair of griffons
walked in.  "Take him," she ordered.  "He's not quite ready
yet."
     "This is going to be a long day," he thought as the
griffons dragged him out.

     Some time later, the hot sun blazed over the group.
With his arms bound in tight ropes, Dranga stood facing Wylf
and about ten griffons.  Behind him, Shiltarm stood pounding
a long spike deep into the sand with a heavy hammer.  Beside
the first stake was a second, and both entered the sand at
odd angles forming a rough `X'.  A large stone, weighing
about one quarter of his own weight, was tied to his wrists.
A long rope ran from his wrists to where the griffon stood
pounding.  With a final bash, the griffon set down his
hammer and began to tie the ropes to the two spikes.  Dranga
looked at Wylf.  "Well, the sand is certainly getting the
point, but I don't."
     "Don't worry, you will."  Dranga heard footsteps behind
him.  He looked back, and saw Shiltarm advancing upon him,
wielding the large hammer.  As the huge guard wound up for a
swing at the dragon,  Dranga leaped upward.  The hammer flew
through empty air, missing by inches.  "He's been instructed
not to leave the ground," Wylf said, "but to hit you any
time he can."
     "With pleasure too," growled Shiltarm.  Dranga hovered
over him.  The rope let him stay about 20 feet out of range,
though the rock made flight difficult.  Then it struck him
what Wylf was doing.  Flying like this would overheat him,
and he couldn't land.  He tugged on the rope to try and pull
the spikes from the sand, but the angle of them prevented
him from loosening them.  The griffon swung again, just
missing.  Dranga had floated down a bit with out realizing
it.  He darted higher and tried to think.  Already, he felt
too warm.
     An idea crossed his mind.  He flew as far as he could
from the spikes and lowered himself.  Shiltarm lumbered over
to him, and tried to hit him again.  Quickly, Dranga flew
back to the spikes and desperately tried to pull one free.
Before he could even get one loose, he had to leap aside
from the griffon.  The head of the hammer impacted into his
leg, sending the dragon spinning into the sand.  He leapt to
his feet, shook off the pain, and bounded up away from his
assailant.  As he flew upward, he felt dizzy.  His body
temperature was soaring above normal.
     Below, Wylf watched with a wicked grin.  She was
surprised that he was agile enough to reach the spikes and
avoid the griffon while carrying that rock around.  He
couldn't go on much longer though.  Already, his flight was
erratic, and his reactions were getting slower.
     Dranga tugged weakly at the rope.  There was no way he
could break free.  His wings were numb, but he couldn't stop
them.  His whole body felt like fire.  His breath felt as if
it were burning his throat, every breath becoming more
painful than the last.  Desperately, he tried to cut the
rope with his claws again.  Suddenly, with a cry of pain, he
felt his wings give out.  He crashed to the ground, smashing
his head on the rock he was carrying.  Barely conscious and
quivering in pain and fear, he watched the head of the
hammer as Shiltarm raised it high above him.

     A cold breeze woke him.  He opened his eyes a bit.  He
was back in his tent.  In the dim torchlight, he recognized
the female griffon who he had met earlier.  Suddenly, he
remembered what was happening.
     "The hammer!!" he cried in sudden fear.
     "It's all right," the griffon said soothingly.  He felt
her gently rubbing his shoulders, and lay back, shivering
slightly from fear and the breeze.  Seeing him shiver, the
griffon pulled a quilt up to cover him, and whispered, "It's
over," softly.  As she gently rubbed his chest to calm him,
he realized that she was under the quilt with him.  The
feeling of her soft and warm fur gently rubbing against him
slowly pushed the fear from his mind, and feeling the soft
feathers of her face brushing against his shoulders did so
even faster.  A quiet gasp escaped him as he felt her beak
gently nip at his ear.  Her paws slowly moved down to rub
his stomach.  Dranga's confusion slowly gave way to his
arousal.  He nuzzled her feathered cheeks amidst soft growls
of pleasure.  In the semi-darkness, he watched her slowly
slide herself up onto him, until she was lying on his belly,
staring into his eyes, teasingly rubbing the fuzzy end of
her tail along his thighs.  She rubbed her legs gently along
his, the soft fur warming and gently tickling him.  His paws
came to her side, and they held tightly to her as she deftly
brought her tail end to lightly brush against the dragon's
erection.  He gasped quietly, tensing, forcing his hips
upward, trying to feel more of her tail.  With a slight
shudder of pleasure, the griffon felt the dragons' shaft
meet her between her legs.  Dranga moaned softly as he felt
her, and continued pressing harder, unable to suppress a
quiet cry of pleasure as he felt himself engulfed by the
warmth and tightness of the griffon.  She arched her back
and cried out at the ceiling, pressing down onto him and
taking his entire length all the way into her.  Dranga
gasped quietly for breath, staring upward at her as she
slowly leaned far enough forward to gently nip at his ear
again, slowly lifting herself off his firmness, nearly
releasing him, then pressing down, taking him in once again.
He felt the tuft of her tail teasingly brushing along his
thighs and balls, her beak carefully biting his ear, and her
smooth tight warmth sliding around over him, pressing faster
and harder each time.  He howled out, reeling in pleasure
while she continued, biting gently at his neck as she felt
his body starting to tense.  A cry of pleasure, a sudden
squeezing pressure from the griffon, and the dragon felt
himself losing his control all too soon.  A soundless cry
escaped him as she brought him to a peak, his seed spilling
into her in spasms of ecstasy.  She never slowed, extracting
more and more until Dranga finally collapsed back into the
pillows, panting from exhaustion.  She stopped, and pressed
her body against his, feeling his hot breath of fatigue
blowing though her feathers.  She lay silent, smiling as she
listened to his panting breath slowly subside.
     Soon, he sputtered something, trying to ask a question.
She just hugged him tight, saying "Wylf and Shiltarm had to
leave the camp for a bit, but Wylf will be returning soon.
She left me to watch over you, and to make sure you were
comfortable and kept happy when you woke."  Dranga nodded,
amused by her interpretation of the instructions.  He
stretched out onto the pillows as she climbed off of him,
moving to sit at the side of his pillow-bed.   With a yawn
and another stretch, Dranga relaxed further into the
pillows, with the same satisfied look on his face.
     Slowly he remembered what happened to him earlier, and
that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself here.
"What... What did happen to me earlier?" he asked slowly.
     "During Wylf's punishment, you crashed and passed out.
You've been comatose since then."
     "Oh?  How long have I been asleep?"
     "Nearly two days."  His eyes widened.  "We were afraid
you were going to die."
     "Heh... dragon's don't die eas-  What to you mean,
`we'?"
     "Well, Me and Wylf."
     "Her? Worried about me living?" he asked after a brief
pause.
     "Very."
     He nodded with a cynical grin.  "She just doesn't want
to have to go and find a new toy, that's all," he said and
lay back onto the pillows.
     "No, it's more than that.  She really does likes you,
maybe even loves you."
     Dranga laughed.  "She shows it real well," he said
sarcastically.  "Every damn female who likes me tries to
have me smashed apart by one of her thugs."
     "Shiltarm got a bit carried away.  He wasn't supposed
to hit you.  Wylf just wanted to scare you."  Dranga
snickered at her comment.  "No, I mean it.  I've known her
for a long time now.  She's never quite seemed happy, not
until you kidnapped her.  She's always been used to everyone
obeying her.  She always got what she wanted.  She got
command of this whole desert from her father just because
she wanted to have it.  You were the first one who ever
disobeyed her.  You made things difficult for her, and she
liked it.  Oh, she was angry, but she's been in a far better
mood most of the time since then.  She was almost in tears
when she thought you might die, though she hid it well.
She'll be relieved when she returns and learns that you're
all right."
     Dranga sighed, trying to push the thought of Wylf from
his mind.  "What about you?  I'm sure you've heard about
what happened to some of Wylf's guards, so why would you be
worried about what happens to me?"
     With a slight grin, she replied, "It's nothing new.
With her temper, Wylf's guards tend to have a... risky job
anyhow, especially those in high positions.  Some of us are
taking bets on how much longer Shiltarm will survive."
     "Not very, if I get my claws on him."
     "I doubt you'll have much chance for that."  She
smiled.  "Well, Wylf will like hearing that you've still got
some spirit left in you."
     "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.


     -----

     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.
     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.


"Desert Wolf" Copyright 1992, Carl `Dragon' Norden.
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