Sefyra’s Diary: Lakeside Lust

	After my filthy escapade with my first pet, rejecting other charr became easier. Male charr are too much work for too little payoff, and the power goes to their head. It never fails, every time, they end up thinking they own me. Maybe I’m no better for this but I prefer to own them. I like to be in control, I like to decide what happens, and when… When I’m taming a beast, they learn quickly that they have to obey me, if they want to bury their seed in my body. I hold the power, and knowing how to manipulate their primal desire to breed lets me get whatever I want from them… Maybe I could use this against charr, with a little work…

	After fucking my jaguar, Wisp, instructors noticed my bond with my pet had gotten stronger. Obviously I didn’t tell them why, and he couldn’t, either, so this was my ace. And I didn’t stop there; I didn’t want to. I wanted to see how far I could take it. Wisp and I stayed close during the day; I had to swat him a few times if he tried to mount me in public. At night, sometimes I would relieve him, but other times, I went farther afield, looking for new creatures to tame… The Plains of Ashford were rife with creatures of all kinds, but I was already getting a bit picky. Most of them were insectoid or heavy mammals like siamoths, cattle, or other beasts of burden I wasn’t willing to mate with - not yet, anyway. 
Another common pet for aspiring rangers was the salamander drake, and I always thought they were rather cute... I figured I’d start there. A crescent moon hung in the night sky, and the stars were bright this night as I roamed the grasslands in nothing but my loincloth. Most of the drakes around Lake Adorea had gone to sleep for the night, but some were still out and about, on guard for their resting brethren. It wasn’t long before I spotted one at the edge of the water, having spotted me first and watching me warily. I couldn’t tell its gender at a distance, so I had to get closer. I gently fell to all fours and began to crawl in a submissive stance towards it. It didn’t seem hostile, but definitely cautious. It didn’t hiss or raise an alarm as I came close enough to smell it, still a couple yards away. These creatures were amphibious, covered in scales and spikes, with a maw full of razor sharp teeth, and capable of breathing fire which I was certainly in range of. They teach us as rangers that beasts are often unpredictable - there’s nothing you can do about that except stay calm and remember they often match your energy. I was more than prepared to get scorched or bitten a couple times, it just came with the package. Besides, I was getting more out of it than the average ranger, too.
I kept creeping closer, never breaking eye contact, until I evoked a response from it. It twitched and seemed to step back a bit like a reptile would, about to flee, but not committing. When it did that, I stopped, and lied down on the ground, rolling onto my side and looking comfy and harmless. My profile was easily lower than theirs, but I wouldn’t be able to tell gender until I could probe its vent… or get it to come out for me.
I’ll admit, I hadn’t really planned this all out. I had gotten out here, and found a docile enough beast, but it wasn’t like I had a vial of pheromone to entice it to mate with me. It did occur to me though that pheromones might just be universal… Only one way to find out.
I took a breath, nervous but also adventurous. I rolled onto my back, daring to break eye contact with the beast to rest my head. I spread my legs across the ground, and started to play with myself. I made a point to ignore the creature as I loosened my loincloth and slipped it off and down one leg to hang there lazily, my pussy in the open and my paws starting to comb the fur around my groin. Black pawpads danced around my flower, spreading the petals and rubbing at the pink flesh inside and little button on the edge. I let my mind wander while I played with myself, imagining those reptilian hemipenes seeking a place to root themselves, a cold blooded creature finding the greatest source of warmth in the body of a warm blooded one… Soon enough my paw was coated with my nectar, and my breath was visible in the cool night air. I glanced over, and the drake was still there, curious, but only slightly less wary than before. I looked away again, and continued. I dipped my digits into my entrance, letting the wet sounds of my body overcome that of my breathing, letting the fluid drip from my warm hole and trickle to my tail, smearing it - and that pungent, horny scent - all around my thighs.
Imagining what I wanted the creature to do to me, I almost lost myself, and for a few moments it was just me on that beach, masturbating to my filthy thoughts under the stars. I didn’t realize the drake had crept in an arc around and towards me a few feet to see between my legs, still nervous but now also painfully curious - a beast tempted by the siren call of another creature receptive to breeding. Now I was definitely getting excited. I spread my pussy for it, a gesture that wouldn’t mean anything to a beast like it would to another charr, but the idea was to make my scent stronger. I swished my tail in its direction, hoping to get some of that scent into their flaring nostrils.
It turned out to be unnecessary; the drake committed, and came forward with several long strides, reptilian body wriggling towards me until his spike-riddled head was between my thighs, nose searching for the source of that bittersweet scent. It must have been male, a female wouldn’t have responded this way, unless she was looking to oust rival females as some matriarchal creatures did. The spikes on each side of the drake’s head scraped my thighs a bit, raking through my fur and I had to spread them without sudden movements; at this distance, any creature would take a sudden shifting to be an attack, and all my progress would be lost. I never stopped playing with myself though, fingering my pussy, spreading my lips, and bringing out glistening pawpads covered with my arousal. Chuffing and drooling slightly, I watched the drake investigate my groin, feeling that cool snout graze my wrist. In a bold offering, I pulled my fingers from my core and offered them to the drake like a treat. “Y’want some?” I crooned softly, in my best beast-taming voice.
A long, sticky tongue came out and immediately slobbered on my paw, and I could not be happier. I giggled ticklishly as the pink muscle tickled my pawpads and cleaned the rich honey from my paw, and for a while, I continued to spoil the drake with my filthy treat. I slipped my soaked paw back into my flower, pulling out more fluid for it to eat up. “Good boy…” I shuddered, letting myself assume it was male, secretly hoping I could get him to mount before sunrise. “Atta boy… eat up.” I let my head fall back, though watching him was such a delight, my neck was getting sore. I continued to play with myself, and soon he blessed me with his tongue directly on my loins. I felt a scaly, spiky head press deeper between my thighs and soon his tongue was exploring my cavern. I couldn’t keep my moans to myself, and soon my hips were gyrating and I was sighing little songs of delight into the sky while the wild animal feasted on my pussy.
He stopped, and I thought for one painstaking moment that he was done, and he was going back to his den, happy to just have a sweet midnight snack, and that would be the end of this tale.
But then there was a weight on my groin that I didn’t expect. He was climbing on top of me! I gasped and lifted my head to see him mounting me, webbed feet and stocky legs clambering on top of my furry body. I think I climaxed, but I’m not sure. I just wanted to help him now. I took my paw from my loins and placed both of them on his shoulders, encouraging him up with me, never too forceful, only welcoming. “Oh good boy!” I praised, the heat in my body reaching a fever pitch. “You can play, come on~!” I sung to him as he clumsily made his way up my body. Typically, drakes would mate in an awkward fashion; the female would have to stand upright, and the male would have to come at her from the side and get his penes past her rough scales and sharp spikes to the soft underbelly beneath, where he would hopefully penetrate with at least one of his lengths to fertilize a clutch that she would lay later. In comparison, my charr form was completely soft and squishy, all of it was a gentle underbelly for him, and his instincts to mate with a female of his own kind didn’t apply here. I felt his slick, sloppy hemipenes slip out between my flanks, and he nestled himself on top of me. It only occured to me now, he was probably going to penetrate my tailhole. He would instinctively try to rut downward before coming up, which would fall short of my pussy. I squirmed and wriggled about, seeing if I could get a paw between our bodies, but he went lax on top of me, putting his full weight on me. The crushing was a nice pressure, painless, but it stopped me from getting to his genitals easily.
And then it didn’t matter. There wasn’t anything I could do about it. The breath was sucked out of me as without warning he bucked forward, shoving a slick penis into my rump, evoking a loud bark from me and my entire body jerked. I worried it would scare him, but thankfully, it didn’t. I clenched my teeth, and braced against the pain. It wasn’t a completely dry entry, but it was a rapid one. My lower body was wracked with a throbbing pain as he had, in one quick thrust, buried his cock in my tailhole, down to the hilt, or so I had thought.
These creatures didn’t thrust repeatedly during mating, they simply penetrated once and seeded. In the pain of the sudden penetration, I forgot that they do indeed have two penes, and only one had entered, and he hadn’t ejaculated; probably because of my verbal and physical response. At this point I was completely dazed with both pain and lust; I giggled, praising himI had to apply some force, but managed to get him off me just enough to angle my hips to let the other tip against my labia. “Atta boy, come on…” I encouraged, paws on both his shoulders, laying back and relaxing again, hoping the submissive posture would encourage another thrust.
It did, and this time it was my paradise. One hemipene slammed into my tailhole, the other into my pussy, and the beast let out a lustful and sloppy chuff through his nostrils as he was at my throat now. I let out a long, singing moan as my lavender eyes rolled back in my head, head falling back as he came inside both of my holes. I think I reached what you’d call another climax too, but I couldn’t be sure; I had been riding a constant, blissful high ever since his tongue first prodded my folds, the pain of the anal penetration bringing me down only temporarily. I could feel a rush of heat fill my lower body like never before, my colon and my womb both flooded with the cum of a salamander drake that had gotten not one, but both of his hemipenes hilted firmly in a willing female. I felt the drake shiver, and from his throat came what I interpreted as a moan; it was a guttural, long, rumbling growl that vibrated his whole body. The groan came from him as long as he continued to cum inside me, smoke coming from his nostrils and lips as I had definitely given him just as much pleasure as he’d given me. Still drugged by my orgasms and the heat pooling in my gut, without thinking I leaned up and planted a kiss on his snout, before collapsing on my back, asleep.

I awoke at sunrise with a start, the drake still on top of me; we’d fallen asleep together. Normally I’d find that endearing, but waking up in the wilderness to the distant sound of chatter and horns, filled with animal semen and naked, was my morning coffee, so to speak. I gasped and shoved the drake off of me - luckily he’d returned to his sheath in the night - fumbling with my loincloth and jumping in the lake; I made a split second decision that I could play it off as an early morning bath instead of looking like a rape victim, or worse, a willing animal fucker. Drenched, I waded around in the water until my heartbeat came back down, and I realized my drake boyfriend had joined me. He swam around me, more in his element now, body swaying as his webbed feet pushed him along. I can’t tell you exactly how I knew it was him, but I just had a feeling. He was attracted to me now. I went towards the beach enough to get my footing where I knelt down to him, stroking him gently, “S-sorry about that boy, I didn’t mean to fall asleep, and I don’t want to get caught with you on top of me, you know?”
I don’t know if he understood outright but he rumbled and did another circle in the water around me, blowing some bubbles from his snout below the surface. I started to make my way back to land, and start on my way home, completely naked save for my loincloth. Luckily, it was just the farmers and keepers up this early, I could still make it home in time to slip in unnoticed. Half-way home, though, I realized that the drake was still following me, and he wasn’t supposed to. I’d fallen hard for him last night, and while I consciously registered that he’d come out of the lake with me, I didn’t quite realize that I technically had ‘tamed’ him.
I couldn’t help but to giggle all the way home, bounding ahead of the drake at different speeds to see if he’d chase me - he did - until we arrived back at my class’s bunkhouse, and under the twilight hush, I snuck him into my bed where we were able to grab a quick rest before the day officially started. He struggled to get onto my bed, so I had to lift him up, but he let me, and we curled up in the sheets together. I had to be wary of his spikes, but at this point, that wasn’t such a problem. I got comfy and stroked his snout as I whispered words of praise to him, and decided on a name.
“My spiky boy. I’ll name you… Talon.” I smiled down at him.
He chuffed and shook his body, nesting in my blankets as if it were sand. He let out a contented little rumble and I smirked, thinking filthy thoughts once again.
As long as no one knew how I was doing it, I’d graduate top of this class as a prodigious beastmaster… But I knew I needed to be careful; this morning was too close for comfort.