The evening lanterns were already lit in the square.
Rena was still lying on the blanket nearby, breathing slow and deep after her collapse.
Two younger cow-girls sat beside her, gently wiping her face with a wet cloth.
They looked at Shabi with wide eyes — half awe, half hunger.
Shabi walked to the long dinner table set up in the center.
Women were placing plates: roasted root vegetables, fresh flatbread, bowls of thick stew, and jugs of warm milk straight from the morning milking.
The air smelled good, but the real scent was the mix of sweat, cum, and pussy from the day's activities.
Kira and Lira followed him closely.
Kira's tail swished low and excited.
Lira kept her robe open at the front, small breasts still flushed from the river.
A deep voice came from the shadows at the edge of the square.
"I've waited long enough, farmer."
The dragon-girl stepped into the lantern light.
Her name was Vara.
Tall — almost two heads taller than Shabi — with crimson scales covering her shoulders, arms, and thighs.
Large folded wings. Horns curling back from her forehead.
Tail thick and spiked at the end.
She wore only a short leather harness across her chest that barely contained her firm D-cup breasts, and a loincloth that did nothing to hide the slit between her scaled legs.
She walked straight to Shabi.
Stopped inches away.
Looked down at him with glowing amber eyes.
"I smelled your seed from the sky. It calls to me. But I am no village pet. If you want a dragon, you take her on her terms."
Shabi met her gaze.
Smiled slow.
"Terms? You're standing in my village, wings folded, tail twitching like a bitch in heat. Your terms are already mine."
Vara's nostrils flared.
Smoke curled from them.
But she didn't attack.
Her tail flicked once — nervous.
Shabi reached into a small pouch at his belt.
Pulled out a thick leather collar — black, with a metal ring and engraved words: "Shabi's Sky Slut".
He had asked Mila to make it earlier that day.
He held it up.
"Put it on. Or leave."
Vara stared at the collar.
Her wings rustled.
Then — slowly — she knelt on one knee in the dirt in front of the entire dinner crowd.
Shabi fastened the collar around her thick neck.
Snapped the ring shut.
Attached a long leather leash to it.
He gave a short tug.
Vara's head jerked forward.
She growled low, but crawled forward on hands and knees.
The square went quiet.
Women watched, some touching their thighs together.
Shabi led her like a dog through the tables.
Vara crawled behind him, scaled ass up, loincloth riding high.
Her tail dragged in the dirt.
He stopped near the head of the table.
Tugged the leash up.
"Sit up, dragon bitch. Beg for your dinner."
Vara rose to her knees.
Wings half-spread.
Eyes burning.
But she opened her mouth.
Shabi unzipped his pants.
His cock sprang out, still hard from Rena's earlier fucking.
He slapped it against her scaled cheek.
Once. Twice.
Left a wet streak.
"Open wider."
Vara obeyed.
He pushed into her mouth.
Her tongue — long, forked — wrapped around him.
She sucked hard, but her eyes glared defiance.
Shabi thrust slow at first.
Then deeper.
Hit the back of her throat.
Vara gagged. Smoke puffed from her nose.
Tears formed at the corners of her eyes — not from pain, but from the humiliation in front of her new "subjects".
He pulled out.
Turned her around by the leash.
Bent her over the edge of the dinner table.
Plates rattled. Bread rolled off.
Her loincloth was yanked aside.
Scaled ass cheeks parted.
Tight puckered asshole exposed — dark pink ring surrounded by smooth crimson scales.
Her pussy below it was already dripping, scales glistening.
Shabi spit on her hole.
Rubbed it in rough with his thumb.
Then pressed his cock head against her ass.
Vara hissed.
"Careful… dragon ass isn't made for—"
He pushed in.
No mercy.
Half his length sank in with one thrust.
Vara roared — half pain, half pleasure.
Her wings flared wide.
Tail thrashed and knocked over a jug of milk.
Shabi gripped her hips.
Fucked her ass hard.
Deep strokes.
Her scaled ring stretched around him, turning glossy and swollen from the rough use.
No lube except spit and her own dripping pussy juices that ran down.
Women around the table watched.
Some ate slowly, eyes glued to the scene.
Others openly fingered themselves under the table.
Shabi leaned over her.
Grabbed one horn like a handle.
Pulled her head back.
"Beg me to stop, sky slut. Tell me your proud dragon ass can't take a farmer's cock."
Vara's voice cracked.
"Please… too deep… my ass… it's tearing… Shabi… mercy…"
But he didn't stop.
He fucked harder.
Balls slapping her wet pussy.
Her asshole clenched and spasmed around him.
Vara came suddenly.
Her whole body shook.
Wings beat once, knocking plates.
A thick stream of her own juices squirted from her pussy onto the dirt below the table.
Shabi groaned.
Buried deep in her ass.
Filled her with hot cum.
Pulled out slow.
Her hole gaped open — red, swollen, cum bubbling out in thick white globs that dripped down her scaled thighs.
Vara collapsed forward onto the table.
Breathing heavy.
Wings drooping.
Tail limp.
Shabi stepped back.
Picked up the leash.
Gave a tug.
"Clean it."
Vara turned weakly.
Knelt in the dirt.
Licked his cock clean — ass residue, cum, her own juices.
Swallowed every drop.
Shabi looked around the table.
"Anyone else want dessert?"
Kira raised her hand shyly.
Tail wagging.
Shabi grinned.
"After dinner. First, eat."
The women laughed softly.
Plates were passed.
Vara stayed on her knees beside Shabi's chair, leash in his hand, cum still leaking from her ruined ass.
Night had fallen.
The real fun was just starting.
To be continued…
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