When Luka had been Luke, Karyu and his Rider had fucked every single day, following the ritual of confession and the following rub-down with the mixture of tallow, beeswax, olive oil, and flower extracts, which had been hung in a cauldron over a low fire hours earlier to mix. In fact, there was something comforting about the fact that their evening ritual had not changed very much.
As she always had, Luka started out by ritualistically removing all of Karyu's gear. It was a bit of a pity, though. In his full tack, Karyu looked a little bit like a human that was dressed up in an amazingly kinky and skimpy leather costume, which was unsurprising: the centaur in his lineage had given him very human-like expressions and physical proportions, making him a little bit like Wolf Link, just human enough to look like One Sexy Hunk, especially with the crupper holding up his tail so invitingly. Once the tack was removed, Luka could still see these qualities, but it was also easy to mistake him for a random cat that might be curled up on a ledge somewhere...sort of like with a magic-eye puzzle, she could see him either way, without the tack.
Karyu raised his forepaws in the usual way, as Luka took them and held them in her hands. Unlike most Riders, she was as naked as her mount for this ritual, which had never really produced the "role-confusion" that more conservative Riders had warned her about. In fact, laying herself just as bare as Karyu had only deepened their trust, between each other. As the confession began, Karyu intoned deeply, "Dearest Rider, I have sinned."
"How have you sinned?" Luka asked ritually.
"I disobeyed you today," Karyu said, "and I also considered obeying you, when I shouldn't have."
"In a sinful world, there are times when choosing between sins is all we can do. I accept your repentance," Luka assured him.
Luka felt Karyu's body relax deeply. The next one was, ironically, more of a toughie. "Earlier," Karyu said, "I was disrespectful toward you. I preened myself, knowing it is your place to see to such needs. Worse, I did it in front of you. I thought at the time that I was just being funny, but I might have crossed the line."
Luka thought heavily about how she would reply to this, squeezing Karyu's forepaws as she pondered. "I would not change the fact that you are just a little naughty, sometimes, Karyu. I would have been angry if you had disrespected me in a situation where Adam's more ignorant subjects might have doubted my ability to control you. Know that they only accept you as something, besides a raging, dangerous animal that should be destroyed, because they believe you are under my control. It's fine for you to joke around when we are not seen by ignorant minds, but do think about how getting out-of-hand, in the wrong circumstances, could cause us serious mischief. If that ever occurred, I would have to be more formal with you, even in private, and that would break my heart."
Karyu looked crestfallen as he thought about such repercussions, realizing that Luka was right. His mind became tormented with guilt over just the thought, and he swore to himself that he would never dishonor his Rider in public.
From there, the confession was just a general release of Karyu's inner thoughts and feelings, his voice becoming more and more child-like as he let himself become completely vulnerable to Luka. He let go of any and all privacy, laying his soul absolutely bare for her as he looked deeply into her eyes. At the end, he bowed his head submissively, and Luka kissed him on his head in blessing.
Luka then released Karyu's forepaws, and she went over to the cauldron that was in the fire, picking up the ladle and bucket next to it to dip out its well-mixed, flowery-smelling contents into the bucket. She took another bucket containing an applicator cloth and a horse-hair brush and a wooden comb, and she returned to Karyu. The liquid in the bucket was very hot, so the dragon winced slightly when it was first applied. As Luka spread it evenly over his scales, though, he sprawled out pleasurably, and he purred as she rubbed down every single inch of him, using the wooden comb to help make sure it penetrated deeply into his scaly hide.
As always occurred, the ticklish horsehair brush used to buff him out ultimately caused him to become quite amazingly erect, much to Luka's amusement. Because Karyu had acknowledged all possible shame during the confession, he didn't attempt to hide this one, just letting his face burn with embarrassment as his penis emerged in its full glory before his Rider, while she giggled softly.
Karyu's punishment for any wrongdoing at all was always to be kept waiting, and Luka decided she would deal with Karyu's teasing earlier by taking her sweet time, casually brushing over the crimson scales of her dragon in long, languid strokes and humming a cute, little tune while she pretended to not notice him becoming increasingly uncomfortable. By the end of it, Karyu was grunting with sexual frustration as his throbbing, gigantic boner pulsed painfully. Ultimately, his balls would contract tightly up against him and become incredibly sore.
Still being very casual, Luka put her supplies and equipment away, pretending to not notice Karyu's painful sexual frustration...and getting a satisfying whine for her trouble. Oh, this always felt so good, she thought. Strolling back to him, with her hips flowing in a seductive rolling motion, she finally commanded, "On your back, boy."
Karyu obediently turned over on his back, with his erect penis waving humiliatingly in the air. He looked incredibly cute and sexy this way. It was very clear that he was aroused by being dominated, and knowing how much it showed only made him stand more erect. Being a submissive male, of course, meant that, like a female, he required more foreplay than most males in order to become sustainably aroused, which was a part of why Luka always protracted his misery for so long. She had had one too many encounters with his anxious erections to want yet another flat tire stuffed inside of her, so she was going to make sure that that boner was so hard it was going to be painfully stuck that way for a good few hours.
With an athletic motion, Luka mounted up on her dragon's belly, and she kneaded for a while at his huge, sexy chest, getting his body relaxed, in spite of it him feeling like his penis was being stabbed repeatedly with several daggers. She kneaded his chest and made sure that, overall, he felt good, and finally, she reached back with one hand to hold his cock as she directed it to her slit. It was a strange sort of feeling, though, Luka thought as his cockhead pressed against her vulva for the first time. It felt a little bit like it did when she had, as Luke, sat down the wrong way on her balls, but with the testicles not there, it was not an altogether painful sensation. She just definitely felt violated in the same way, so she really did have to sit still for a while as she tried to get her mind to accept it.
"Are you okay, my Rider?" Karyu asked her tenderly.
"It just feels...not like I expected," Luka said, her voice sounding painfully girly.
"Try looking into my eyes," Karyu suggested.
Luka did indeed try this, and as she gazed into her dragons eyes, she saw so much tenderness and love in them. They were the eyes of a dragon that believed he was looking at an angel, and with a whimper, she got her virginal vulva to part, just enough to let in the cockhead. DAMN, IT HURT! KARYU WAS SO FUCKING BIG! OW! OW! It was no worse than taking him for the first time in her ass, but still...OUCH! Her heart racing, she focused once again on Karyu's eyes, and again, she was overrun with the kindness in them. Karyu cared about her so much, and he was showing so much restraint by keeping himself still, rather than grabbing her and driving himself into her fuck-hole.
"Take your time," he whispered lovingly.
The wash of romantic feelings that overtook Luka caused a burning sensation in her breasts, which was a strange feeling. She hadn't expected having breasts to hurt sometimes, but when she was in certain moods, they felt tender and highly sensitive. In this case, as her cunt relaxed around Karyu's dick, it seemed like every bit of the discomfort there had shot up to her breasts for a few moments, but the reprieve in her cunt at least gave her a chance to slide herself slowly down over that inhumanly thick shaft.
Karyu's long, supple neck leaned forward, and his tongue flicked warmly over Luka's breasts. It was such a gentle touch that it really did help soothe away the pain, and the pain started to give way to more pleasurable feelings.
As Luka arched her back and leaned forward to put her breasts closer to Karyu's gentle tongue, her eyes shot open from an even more unexpected sensation. She learned, in that moment, what having a clitoris meant. It felt almost alarmingly pleasurable for her clitoris to rub against Karyu's thick dragon-shaft. It was scary how good it felt. It caused her to moan involuntarily in pleasure, and her muscular, deeply tanned, feminine body arched wildly as rabid pleasure shot through it. There was no turning back, she realized. She could never want to be a man again after realizing that being a woman meant...this. "I love you, Karyu, my wonderful dragon," she whimpered.
"And I love you, Luka...my beautiful Rider," Karyu said, his voice both reverent and loving. His worship of his goddess and his love for her didn't take away from each other at all. They reinforced each other. From the union between his submission to her and his love for her, something else grew, a deeply erotic emotion that was more formidable than either alone. It was a nameless emotion. It just Was.
Luka's eyes narrowed in concentration as she slid down, eventually finding Karyu's medial ring. It was just as well it was there, since, just as her clitoris bumped over it, he bottomed out in her, his flared head firmly lodged against her cervix and unlikely to go farther unless she suddenly started getting cervical dilations, which she was not even sure was possible in this situation. The pain of his cock bumping against her cervix shot to her breasts and made them tingle pleasantly, though, so in spite of the deep-inside pain, she didn't mind it much.
Unexpectedly, Karyu's forepaws lowered over her hips, wrapping around her middle, and he smiled as he gazed again into her soul. "Let me fuck you, Rider," he said huskily.
Luka nodded, and as she had before, she let her dragon have control. Her only token of retaining any control was that she kept her hands draped over his forelegs to help her hold herself upright. As she knew from letting her dragon fuck her as a man, letting her dragon have control only meant that she trusted him, not that she was submitting to him. As many housewives had learned about their dogs, letting a male animal fuck you only makes him all the more slavishly, foolishly, uncritically devoted.
Karyu's hips began thrusting in slow, soldierly motions. With each thrust, he bottomed out against her cervix, the pain shooting again to her breasts in a way that felt like a whip cracking over them, painful but in a pleasurable way. He just kept going, all the while looking firmly into Luka's eyes.
Soon, Luka stopped trying to hide the agony of being fucked, and she just let her voice ring out with a cry every time. It was pain, but it was such pleasurable pain. She didn't mind expressing it, and she let herself feel completely vulnerable as her dragon began giving her a savage fucking.
It was not long, from here, before both of them rocketed toward orgasm. Karyu was first, and he slammed Luka down one more time as his monster load of cum shot deeply into her, flooding her completely and fully.
Upon this, though, Luka found yet another reason why she could never want to be a man again. Female orgams. Holy. Fucking. Shit. As Karyu's cum slammed violently up against her cervix, her world exploded, and she definitely felt herself lose consciousness. She knew she had lost consciousness, so massive was the orgasms that washed over her. It was a different feeling than she could have ever felt as a man. Instead of just touching her physically, it touched her emotionally, mentally, and spiritually. It was a holy and religious sensation. Orgasm was not just pleasure for a woman. It was something that penetrated into intimate and primitive parts of her mind. It took her out of control and rendered her utterly helpless. She came back to consciousness with Karyu holding her gently.
"Are you okay, Rider?" Karyu asked her, his voice soft with concern.
Luka realized she was gasping for breath. "Let me...let me...figure that out, and I'll get back to you," she said, trying to project a sense of humor. As the afterglow washed over her, though, and she again was getting lost in Karyu's deep, bronze eyes, she understood why some women took sex so seriously. For them, it took away reason. It took away sanity. It numbed logic. She understood that Avelia was an unabashed slut, but this really made her respect Avelia, in a way. It must take her tremendous self-control to be with a man, in this way, and not lose her sense of good judgment.
After they had rested, though, Karyu...to Luka's horror and immense pleasure...started fucking her again. Over and over, that night, Karyu would fuck Luka unconscious, changing positions several times, and only after having stuffed her like a proper hen with more buckets of cum in her than she could count, he collapsed onto her tiredly, snuggling his sleeping Rider like a teddy-bear and therefore looking very adorable, and dozed off to sleep, himself.
Luka realized now why she was told there was no going back. Even if she could, she could never feel truly like a man again. Her fate was sealed. The last remnants of her erstwhile manhood had been shredded. Forever.