Stronger than Might

Ember felt uncomfortable with scuba gear - it was all sorts of nonsense for dragon! She could hold her breath for five minutes, or even longer, without any equipment! Unfortunately, it took much longer for the dragon lady to dive, and Ember knew how to tame her pride. After all, there was something alluring about going under the water without holding your breath, without feeling tight in your chest, and without having to count the seconds, knowing your limit. Emder quickly looked down at herself , wondering if she'd forgotten anything. Then she spread her wings and soared out of the water, peering into the depths, but she couldn't see what was happening at the bottom. "Well, I can't hang around forever above the surface! After all, there's nothing I can't handle". Still, Ember approached the sea cautiously, first touching the water with her hind leg and then ruffling the already disturbed surface with her tail. Wet and cool, clearly no comparison with lava! Ember put on her flippers while standing in knee-deep water. On land, she's just as awkward and clumsy with them as in the water in armor. "What a pity that now I'll have to sacrifice our armor for the sake of maneuverability... Who would not be able to overcome Discord, he was definitely a strong opponent. I don't think the Chaos spirit was stupid enough to drown himself!" It is quite possible that he was defeated by some ancient artifact that blocks magic and eventually ended up at the bottom of the sea - but most likely, he met with mages of merpony. The dragoness dived - first swimming over a shallow place, getting used to the water. It wasn't like swimming in lava or flying. Completely different sensations, completely different movements. Fins and fin attachment on the tail moved her faster than paddling wings. Although the paddling surface was smaller, it was easier to return the limb to its original position and move forward. And yet, unlike flying, you could feel your own body moving through the environment, and it was faster, more elegant and more pleasant than through lava. Ember was able to simultaneously enjoy both the power and flexibility of her body, as she was flowing through water like a swift predator. Her imagination threatened to lead her into a fantasy between reality and fiction, but she checked herself. Her air supply was limited, and the task could not wait at all: therefore, with some regret, she gave up admiring her own beauty, and began to sink further and deeper. With each second of descent, environment around her changed. The sun was now perceived from beneath the water as something unnatural, like a blurry light bulb, and the surface, covered with ever-changing ripples, was not at all like the sky she was used to seeing overhead. Bottom below was covered with seaweed, pebbles, and fast-moving animals, it looked more like the surface of another planet. Ember sank even lower, swimming over a large and apparently contented fish that watched the dragoness go with a completely indifferent stare. Even instinctively, the creature did not mistake the fanged and clawed female for an enemy, but was only surprised to see such a strange creature in its abode for the first time. The underwater silence was broken only by Ember's own bubbling. Between gurgles, only the hum of water pressing against her ears reminded the dragon Princess that she was not floating weightlessly over an alien landscape. The winged one bit the rubber a little harder, braking and hovering over a Sargasso-covered reef. Whimsical kingdom of merponies and hippogriffs... but not threating. Where were all the passions and risks they'd tried to frighten the lady with? Had she wasted her time on another safe beach? Fortunately, a closer inspection also yielded bloody evidence... more precisely, evidence made of bone. A startled growl escaped from amber's mouth, which turned into a blurry gurgle over the water. Twitching her whole body, she helped herself with her tail and swam over to the bones, intending to examine them more closely. Her smooth body was just flexing as she reached for the skull-shaped bone, and at that moment something burst out of the bottom and wrapped around her waist, squeezing her tight. "Grlblabl!" With an angry, frightened grin, Ember snatched her knife from its scabbard, but trespasser was gone before she even knew what it looked like. Still holding the blade in her left paw, the dragoness waved the rifle from side to side with a trembling right, her eyes darting feverishly to the swaying vegetation. But the scaly one missed it as a tentacle slid silently behind its wings, quickly turned the valve on the tank, cutting off the flow of oxygen to the mask, and just as quickly disappeared. Suddenly, taking another breath, the dragoness did not get a drop of air. Before she realized what had happened, she tried to suck in air with all her strength, and then twitched, frantically waving her paws and beating her wings. There was no air! Dazed, she did not think to remove and check the gear, just turned around, muddying the water with her wings and paws. Sharp talon tapped the pressure gauge, which honestly showed that there was still enough left. Her drawn-in, concave stomach quivered, revealing empty lungs, her nostrils almost sucked in the rubber of the mask, her teeth biting futilely at the mouthpiece, not drawing a breath of oxygen from it. Trying to maintain some semblance of sanity and composure, Ember threw back the harpoon and reached out with her front paw to her back for the valve wheel, but then something tickled her palm, catching it almost at the walve and twining around her fingers, touching the tip of her claws at the base. The dragoness twitched, trying to free her paw from the tentacle, but the creature held her tight in place. If the dragoness had been out of the water, she could have tried to bite the enemy, but the mouthpiece was blocking her, and she wasn't ready to let it out yet: maybe she could still turn on the oxygen supply again! She rolled over on her back intending to slash the tentacle claws, another tentacle wrapped around the wrist of her left paw, thrusting between the palm and handle of the dagger, pressing on the vulnerable place and forcing her to release the weapon, fingers spread and exhaling because tickling. Her belly shrank even more, and a third tendril passed over the twitching smooth scale-plates from the ribcage to the base of the tail. Then again tentacles released the dragon. Ember immediately took advantage of the creature's mistake, twitching up to get away from the monster. However, her tail suddenly jerked the dragoness back, twirled, almost knocking the mouthpiece out, and threw her into a tangle of raised tentacles. Dexterous and strong predator even in fins and even more so in a non-working scuba gear was inferior to the real master of the element, who captured the poor girl in its trap and almost completely disarmed her. But the monster was in no hurry to take the dragoness in its coils, as if waiting for her to simply suffocate. He waited and mockingly stroked the slender body - flanks, wings, paws and neck... Ember tried to cover herself with her wings, her paws, but the tentacles wrapped around her limbs and reached into her vulnerable areas, poking at her armpits, her stomach, her thighs... The touch wasn't strong, or even unpleasant, but strange. Ticklish! It was as if the monster had figured out how to make its prey process all the air faster, making her twitch and giggle, releasing small bubbles of air from the corners of her slightly open mouth. Ember looked less like predator and more like desperately struggling victim, kicking her paws, trying to slash the tentacles with her claws, but it dodged, wrapping lightly around her wrists, palms, and backside, tickling and then retreating again. The stuffiness in chest grew, warming her torso with warm vacuum, blurring vision and making dizzy. She could have gone five minutes without oxygen in one full breath, but she was caught almost out of breath, how long would she last? Tentacles suddenly slid across her legs and body, causing the female to wrap her paws around herself and gurgle, stifling laughter but not holding the air. Fright ran through the dragoness's body: if this continues, she will not even have time to realize how she will be left without air! In an attempt to break free, the dragoness threw herself as hard as she could through the curling tentacles, intending to fight her way free, but her ankles were wrapped around by livimg ropes and pulled back to the bottom before she could rise even a meter. Front paws were spread wide by sadistic monster, exposing the armpits of the paws and wings to its agile limbs. Other tentacles wrapped around and tightened the wings, making them instantly stiff, frying them with tightness until they shivered, adding fire to the stuffiness... Ember tilted her head back, barely holding the useless mouthpiece. But if she hadn't pressed her teeth into it, she would have burst out laughing long ago, so terribly and mercilessly did the tentacles torment her. Ember's entire body was trembling unconsciously, twitching at the monster's touch, forcing the female to squint and frantically twitch her still-free tail. She would have screamed, but she held on again, gripping the mouthpiece as tentacle opened the scales of nether region, giving access to cool water that bathed the dragoness's secret place, only confusing her mind by conflicting urges. Dragon's limbs trembled slightly, and Ember arched, then almost curled up, unable to contain a bubbling moan. She saw the tentacle right in front of her face. Reaching out, it touched Ember's cheek and slid down to her neck, forcing female to tilt her head to the side. Amber flinched again at the touch on her neck, and then she closed her eyes and began to mumble with laughter as the tip began to slide down her neck, almost to her shoulders and then up to her head. Front paws tried to tear tendrils away, but they were still held in their bonds by their fellows. Hind legs also flapped up, mixing water with their flippers. Tail lashed out, and wings flapped helplessly, but long, vulnerable neck remained open for stroking and twisting. No matter how it was bent, the entwining tentacle was more flexible. Waiting for the dragon to roll her eyes, the tentacle slid into the mask, forcing her to release it along with the mouthpiece, and poked her nostrils. Ember groaned. Her chest was already burning and aching, and now, in the heat of suffocation, hope was burned away. With some kind of twisted rage, she twitched, clinging to tentacle at the bottom of her stomach, looking at the suckers in front of her muzzle with bleary and somehow contented eyes. Touch on both sides of her neck stirred the dragoness's hot body, but it didn't clear her mind, leaving the monster free to do whatever it wanted with the dying captive. Even so, she was barely aware of what was happening, and the fire from constriction of the vessels, stuffiness and lust merged into one flame. It was stronger than any dragon's flame. And the water that had made its way into her nasopharynx burned worse than lava. She would have roared, but the snarl was blocked by the tentacle that held her jaw and covered her nose. Everything before her eyes swam, blurred, sinking into a kind of blurry gray abyss. As soon as the tentacle finally slid in pussy, slowly screwing in, it knocked the last of the carbon dioxide out of Ember through a satisfied smile. The already closed lids opened wide again, and the eyes widened. Her unconscious mind forced her to fight on her instincts, forcing her to tremble, to writhe in the tentacles that stroked her paws, wings, flanks, every cell of her body! Inside, there was nothing left but the desire to inhale. She strained her jaws, trying to open her mouth, breathe through the tentacle that held her nose tight, but she couldn't get even that. Her smile turned maniacal, and her eyes suddenly cleared of the horror that had flared in her. Death was coming so close, felt physically by the bursting heartbeat, ringing in the ears, light streams of water, and the insistent massaging of tentacles. Whatever was dancing inside began to tickle on the clitoris, in the depths... Amber kicked with her hind legs, trying to get rid of the tentacle, but suddenly gave in to it, allowing to touch her even deeper, and wincing at the touch that tingled through her entire body. Pleasant and at the same time absolutely unbearable touch was repeated, again and again, tip of the tentacle twirled inside her, instantly causing the female to flow, as if there weren't enough water around! Closing her eyes and finally stopping, Ember gave herself up to her orgasm. Wings almost tore through the living restraints. Pleasure surged through her fading consciousness, taking her to a safe place, away from the pain in her lungs. Finally deciding that they had had enough of the torment, the tentacles wrapped around Ember's throat and began slowly squeezing her. Female opened her eyes and mouth, finally free, but it was too late - she couldn't even suffocate herself, forced to live for a few extra seconds.