Liselotte paused in her strikes against the dragon's steadily reddening backside, not having expected ever hearing those words come out of the woman's mouth, much less so soon. She frowned a moment later when Nocri continued, but she let the dragonkin finish before resuming, her next strike with her palm enhanced by her telekinesis to land even harder, the slap echoing loudly through their surroundings. "That's too bad." She replied as she resumed, alternating semi-randomly between using the whips and her hand, but each came a little quicker than before, and struck a little harder. "Because I'm just getting started."
"But there's something I've been wondering for days, now..." Liselotte leaned over again to speak directly into the dragonkin's ears, moving her hand away from the dragonkin's rear, but letting the whips extend out a little further to continue without missing a beat, the cracks and subsequent slap of striking fresh continuing like a slow drumbeat. "What do you taste like?"
She nipped at one of the dragon's fox-like ears, letting her fang drag along the flesh as she pulled away, but not hard enough to draw blood. Instead she slid almost sensuously down the dragon's back, as if simply lounging on a comfortable chair, her free hand trailing down the dragonkin's neck and spine. She leaned in, planting a few kisses on the side of her neck, before finally opening her mouth and biting down, sinking her fangs into her captive's flesh. She didn't bother with injecting the poison this time, there was no need for it. Instead, she simply focused on drawing out the dragon's blood. It was perhaps the first time she had truly enjoyed a feeding—She had always targeted bandits or other such scum, but even then she had always felt a little guilty about indulging in her vampiric desires.
This time there was no such feeling of guilt, only a sense of incredible satisfaction. It was a heady sensation, and she nearly lost herself in it, but she finally, grudgingly, pulled away, only a small trickle of blood and a set of bite marks left in her wake. She couldn't drain her victim dry, after all. Nocri had to survive, if her humiliation was to continue. "Mmmm... I've never tasted dragon blood before. Delicious~" Liselotte purred, licking her lips. Another minute of simply lounging on the dragon's back, listening to the crack of the whips, and Liselotte finally recalled the tendrils of darkness. She had accomplished as much as she could with this punishment.
Rolling fully onto her stomach, so that her own chest was pressed against the dragon's back and her head was resting at the side of the dragonkin's neck, she reached around from both sides to grab handfuls of the dragonkin's breasts, squeezing and kneading at the soft flesh, and finally giving both nipples a sharp pinch. "What should I do with you next, I wonder? Drag you back to the hall, parade you around for all to see as you did with me? I'm sure there are pleeeenty of men in there who would love a chance to take turn with you~" She continued to tease her captive's breasts, occasionally nipping at the side of her neck when she paused in speaking, but never quite breaking skin again. "Oh! Perhaps I should find those hounds you mentioned. Wouldn't that be a sight to see? The proud dragon, reduced to a common dog's bitch~"
"Let me give you a choice." Liselotte's voice turned cold, and she slipped off of the dragon's back, dropping daintily to her feet and making her way around to the woman's front, a hand under her chin and liberal application of telekinesis forcing her head up to face Liselotte's own. The invisible collar tightened as well, in warning: She would not permit the dragonkin to speak again until she was finished. "I intend to return every single humiliation you inflicted upon me, in one way or another. I may not have the means to get you pregnant myself, but I can find dozens of men who would jump at the chance." As she spoke, she reached out with one of her least used powers—not for its lack of usefulness, but for the moral quandaries it raised for her. Slowly, carefully, she reached for the dragonkin's mind, peeling open its defences one by one until she was inside. She needed to ensure that the answer she got was an honest one, with no trickery—And to confirm that what she suspected was possible. "Here is your choice: You will either use those powers of yours and give me a cock to use on you—Exactly the same as the one you used on me. Or I will simply let every man in the hall who wishes for a turn with you to take one."
"Don't answer me yet. I wouldn't want you saying anything... rash." She continued, ensuring she kept eye contact with the defiant dragonkin the entire time. "But we will be taking a trip to the hall, and you had best make up your mind before then. Whose child would you prefer? The woman who bested you, or some man whose face you will never see? And I assure you, I will make certain you never see a single one of them. I will deny you the chance at the revenge you so clearly desire against me."
With that she released her hold on the dragonkin's head and loosened the hold on her throat and speech once again, leaving only the single tendril connected to the other woman's thoughts. She wasn't digging deep, only skimming the surface, ensuring that the dragonkin was being entirely honest if she accepted Liselotte's deal. With that done she circled around the dragon's body, giving her another slap on the ass as she reached the rear. "For now though, perhaps I should give you some attention down here?"
She ran her fingers along Nocri's reddened backside and downwards, finally settling on the slit between her legs. Her fingers sought out the hood that hid the dragonkin's clit, slowly and teasingly circling it, occasionally brushing against it, but only briefly. Meanwhile, her shadow-cloaked hand was changing once again, the darkness coalescing into a much larger shape than the whips from before. "Time for a little taste~" She ceased all attempts at foreplay, the black tentacle surging forward until it was pressed against Nocri's lower lips, slowly parting them as it pushed forward inexorably, until the "head" was fully inside, but no more. "I don't suppose you've reconsidered that apology yet, have you?"