Book I: Boletaria Palace

Chapter 3: Deals with Dreglings
(Oral)(Vaginal)(Beast)

Delia finally rose to her feet, manicured index finger tapping her chin quizzically while she deliberated a solution. “There's no way I can go through..” She slumped, crossing her arms over her bust. A red and blue dragon continued tearing apart the long, stone bridge with flame and claw alike. To top that off the palace's formidable guardians, fully armored knights, were attempting to ward the furious dragons away. The only visible path seemed to be lined with more possible ways to die than she could count. “..Maybe.. I can wait them all out..!” She smirked slyly. “..I impress myself sometimes, teehee.”

Her masterful deliberation was cut short. “THERE!” A crossbowman pointed at the teen yelling causing her to jump. “Me!?” She pointed at herself. The man looked angry. He took five steps forward, out of the sanctuary of the tower he hid within, raising his crossbow and firing a bolt right at the priestess – not seconds after being chomped up by the large red dragon leaving only shoes in its wake. “Eep!” She quickly tumbled to the side, evading the bolt behind an abandoned wagon, but at the same time her landing caused a raking of stone against stone.

“Ooh?” She hunched over to one of the stones that, with stones of similar make, lined the bridge. It was loose. She was able to hook slender digits on the sides, hooking under. She gave a tug with all her strength and with a cute grunt was able to slide the stone up and over the next one, opening up a square hole – it appeared the bridge was hollow. She let out another sigh. The hole plunged into utter darkness. “Well.. Could be worse.” She shifted herself to a seat on her round rump, easing her legs in first before scooting forward to drop in. “Here.. Goes!” She pushed forward bracing for the fall.. She was stuck. “Hnrg.. Damnit!” The hole wasn't big enough for her shapely rear. She squirmed and twisted, the robe riding up, while her bare legs kicked about in the darkness beneath her. Her hands reached back to the top of her doughy rear and tried shoving the soft flesh against herself and down – between that and gravity she finally fell down landing on one sandaled and one bare foot.

The passage was skinny. They must have lined each side of the bridge for the sake of storage or maintenance. There were, at least, more torches littering the walls further down which gave the remaining distance of the passage a flickering red visibility. She proceeded cautiously – her still damp panties were a firm reminder of what could go wrong if she didn't pay attention in the dark.

She walked the only direction she could – straight. She occasionally had to step over shattered boxes and puddles of murky water – hopping on one sandaled foot when she encountered such spots. She trotted along for what seemed to be ten or so minutes until she was sure she'd reached the end of the bridge. “Err.. Where am I?” She couldn't help but question. She arrived into an open rectangular room with more torches lining the walls.

“Ye' unda' de' main gate.” A rugged voice echoed from her right. She was startled to see another one of those 'dreglings' only this one seemed to have a firmer grasp on language and being civilized – or close to it. He was absent of hair as well, but was at least clothed – a leather vest and britches – but he was also armed with a long, frightening dagger which he used to pick filth from under his nails. “A-Ah..I see..” She stumbled – nervous. “..And h-how.. How might I get out of this place?” The dregling pointed straight ahead with is knife. “Da't way with de' right cun-ekshuns. Ye' need'ta meet wi' de' Offi'shul.” She gave a small jump for joy, her chest jiggling in the robe. She knew a way out! “Ah! Oh.. But connections..”

The dregling stood up, sheathing his knife, and swinging a bag of goods he'd looted – possibly from the dead. “Aye. 'Ah can take ya' there.” He simply lead the way, the eager-to-escape girl following close behind. “Mmm. Must be the good karma for taking care of his friends. Nice guys after all!” She talked to herself in her mind. She day-dreamed about the sunlight beaming down on her and the pleasant scent of flowers surrounding the Cathedral. Her dream world was shattered when she stumbled into the back of the dregling. “Oy! Wah-tch'et!” He grumbled before showing her a grin lined with black, rotting teeth. “We here.” His filthy hand turned two knobs of each giant door, opening the double doors which opened up into another brief hallway. “Ladies f'oyst.” He bowed, arm directing her through. She walked forward, through the short stone hallway. “What the..”

The door behind her slammed shut. 'Click.' Locked. It didn't matter - a steel gate slammed down almost immediately behind her after she cleared the new hall. She was left in front of the gate in a circular room with nine foot stone walls around her. Above the walls were stands – bleachers. They were packed. Many soldiers, unarmored or not, were crammed in like sardines cheering loudly. There were three other doors, that she could see, other than the one behind her. To her left and right were small gated doors, too small for a human to walk through – crawl maybe. The final door was directly across the small circular pen which was shut by a gate as well, directly above it and the wall was a podium where a large, hatted man stood cackling madly. It was a coliseum. “Ah-heh he-he-he!” His large gut was covered by a crimson leather vest with gold lining and his stubby thick legs were dressed in leather britches cut from the same material. The fancy outfit was finalized with a top-hat of similar fashion perched atop his large head which sported a permanent toothy grin – you could hear the teeth clenching from where she stood. “Sooooooooo~oooooo.” He finally spoke with a taunting tone. “You want O-U-T... THAT can be.. ARRANGED” He let another insane cackle follow his words, large gut jiggling, while spinning a black cane stopping only to crack it hard against the railing of the podium.

It was a signal. The loud crack of steel on steel caused the side gates to slide up and the audience roared with cheers. Each small gate gave entrance to a large mangy hound. They were both massive, about 4 feet tall from front paw to the top of their heads, muscles lining their bodies. Both were growling loud, fangs bared, and demonic red eyes burning. It was clear they were originally meant to fight one another, but the event changed. She remained motion-less, watching them prowl circles around her barking out loudly. She gulped. “Hmph.. I'm not being dinner for these mutts!” She shouted at the 'official.'

She didn't know how right she was. She took a step back, but was met with a wet nose being buried firmly against the tight ass of her robe. “Ah~!?” The large dog inhaled deeply before retracting its snout, then dipping up and under the short robe. The demon's head buried up between her legs from behind to shove its wet nose against the crotch of her panties that – by then had dried – but were still carrying the excessive scent she'd spilled onto them. “Ooh ~ so it's like that?” She reached around to push down on the dog's head at her rear, nudging it out from her robe and away from her crotch that threatened to make another mess. She immediately followed up by dropping down to her knees and shins in prayer position. The lewd priestess was trained in servicing the 'holy' men who frequented the Cathedral. “This can't be much different.” She thought to herself shrugging with a naughty little grin sweeping across her pink, pouty lips.

She reached down to the hem of her robe and tugged up and over, sliding her heavenly body free of its confines. Once her vision was no longer obscured by the garment being pulled over her head she'd noticed the other dog had pulled up to shove its nose hard against the crotch of her dampening cotton panties – the rear dog sniffing at the rear of the last garment left on her. The robe concealed bra-less breasts, the orbs now bouncing free, jiggling with every light movement. Her silver dollar sized nipples hardened like diamonds – the lewd slut over-joyed at the idea of being used by the beasts. The deafening cheers from the crowd noted their agreement. “Teehee – up here!” The canine listened, putting its front paws upon her thighs, its tongue painting her large breasts in saliva before licking up at her face – she prevented the tongue from reaching her face but lewdly let her own tongue reach out to swap spit with the canine – an attempt to distract while her left hand pet over his back and her right was fishing down the coarse fur of its muscular chest, gliding down until her finger could push against the spongy, flat tip of beast cock squirming out of its sheathe. The demon dog must have been either very smart or enjoying the touch because once the finger ran along the flat, slimy surface it keeled over onto its side and then rolled onto its back – arms and legs poking up into the air. “Good boy!”

She leaned over to the dog on its back, assuming the position of a dog herself, pushing down onto her elbows using them and her knees for support. Her right hand squeezed and rubbed the sheathe while her left hand gave teasing jerks to every bit of length that started to slide out. The one behind her needed little help. The sight of her plump, tasty ass crammed in the skimpy pair of panties was more than enough. The cotton garment barely being able to cover her – the tip of her ass crack peeking over back of the waistband. The rear demon matched its brother's endowment – 8 inches of slimy, red, oddly shaped cock. Blue veins decorating every inch all the way to the slightly larger tip.

The rear dog tongued from her pussy to ass, drenching already damp panties in dog spit. It lapped vigorously before howling loudly and hopping up, planting its dirty paws upon her lower back. Its eager hips began thrusting forward to slap its thick fuckstick against the ass of her panties and about her bare thighs, painting both in hot, slimy dog pre. He finally zeroed in on the bitch. The prick speared forward thrusting hard against her pussy coaxing out a loud moan that sent vibrations into the other canine cock that, at that point, she had been smearing against her lips. The prick had dug inside her cunt, forcing the material to wedge deep inside her.

She wanted it – almost as much as the dog. She leaned her upper body up a few inches, reaching back. She kept her lips busy with the sizable piece of dog meat, smearing her tongue from the testis, up the belly, and to the tip. Those pink lips glossing themselves with the dog's pre-cum. Her hands reached back and helped the other demon out. Her thumbs hooked into each side of the cotton garment and tugged the dainty panties down until they bunched at her knees. Both tight holes would expose themselves. The dog would dis-mount, dragging its tongue against the bare, hairless cunt and up between the thick ass cheeks to assault the tight, pink asshole with more doggy drool before mounting up with a replenished lust. Her hands divided – the left reaching to the front dogs cock to straighten it at attention while the right would grip the rear dog, lining him up personally and let his bestial nature drive his rapid thrust. The flat, thick dog tip invaded her drooling pussy, claiming her like a bitch in heat.

Her hands went back to the front dog. One one grip the base of the massive tool while the other squeeze on the lumpy testicles. Her tongue dragged up the slick under belly until she reached the end. Her tongue's tip flicked along the flat head, squirming against the piss-slit that oozed a steady flow of pre-cum to coat the already filthy dick. Her hands squeezed, particularly the ones upon the testicles, causing a splurt of demon seed to fire off against her tongue. With that she collapsed those pillowy lips over the tip, thrusting her head forward sending golden lockes to a rest on the dog's stomach. She used the tip to rake the sticky seed down her throat – which was where the tip ended up. Soon she kissed her hand that guided the length at the base. Her mouth sucked and what length was thrust down her throat would be constricted around. She used the dog's prick like a straw, siphoning out as much of its pre-seed as she could while the know would swell at her lips, spreading them more.

The rear dog rode its bitch, howling in synchronization with her cock muffled moans. Its furry hips slammed into her full ass causing it to jiggle while her tits swung like pendulums against the other dog's stomach. She contracted on him, making his penetration harder and harder – but his vigorous thrusts made her resistance pointless. Her juicy vaginal canal squeezing around him only coaxed the knot at the entrance of her pussy to swell, locking the entire length inside until he could mate her completely.

The crowd was thoroughly enjoying the show. All the knights and watchmen had fished out their own cocks to begin manipulating and jerking their lengths. Cheering had turn to moans and groans. Some tried to outlast the dogs, but failed, firing their loads off into the air – possibly painting the soldier in front of them.

Once she'd gotten both dogs where she wanted them her hands divided again, one embracing each dog knot. She pulled her lips off the dog cock, affectionately kissing the tip before encouraging the demon canines whether they understood her or not. “Ngn.. C'mon boys.. You can do it.. Cum for me!” She moaned out and before she could re-seal her lips on the dog's cock her squeezes upon each knot coaxed their orgasms. The front dog fired a ridiculous amount of pearly seed against her lips – splattering down upon the swell of her bare breasts. She quickly swallowed him again, muffling her wild moans, to gulp down every last drop that was gushed into her mouth. The rear dog followed up, heated demon seed firing off from the spasming prick until her womb was filled up, causing the sticky fluid to backfire onto the knot that slowly went down in its swell. Both rubbery cocks started to go limp until they simply slid from their respective orifices.

Victorious. She kicked off the panties covered in dirt, cum, and dog slobber and left the sleeping dogs in her wake, walking to the newly opened center door – her escape.