Everyone knows that dragons prefer virgins — I had just always assumed that meant female virgins. Evidently not, though, or not always. When Saerisa the Mighty Green Dragon landed in front of me while I was in the middle of plowing my field, I thought she meant to eat me.
She did, eventually, just not in the way I had expected.
“I suppose that you’ll do, human,” she rumbled, peering at me with enormous green eyes, while sniffing the air around me, “I can smell it on you.” She must have been twice as tall as me, and three times as long, with scales like deep glittering emeralds.
Smell it? Smell what? Mildly offended, I raised a hand to my chest, forgetting the fear that had filled me upon her unexpected arrival. “I bathed last week,” I objected, while simultaneously understanding that arguing with a dragon about my hygiene was a little strange. “And you don’t smell so wonderful yourself.” She smelled a bit of carrion and sulfur; not a pleasant mixture, in my opinion, but I hadn’t planned on starting out with that fact. She did have lovely eyes, though. Faceted, like a gemstone.
The great green drake rattled her scales, a strange clattering of metallics that made the hair on my neck and arms raise up. She glared at me, and I wondered if she might just eat me yet. I hadn’t been the one who had started off so rudely, but she was a dragon.
“You reek of purity,” she said, finally, her lip curling slightly at the obviously offensive word. She had very large teeth.
Purity? Well, I attended weekly mass and worked from dusk ‘til dawn which left me little time for drinking or womanizing, but I didn’t know about being pure. Tired, mostly. A little burnt out. I had my share of intrusive thoughts that would dissuade me from giving myself a purity label, anyways. Just because I hadn’t acted on those thoughts yet …
“Look, lady, I don’t know what you’re —”
A great green tail wrapped around my midsection, lifting me into the air and cutting me off. I let out an unmanly yelp as the dragon hoisted herself into the air with a spray of dust and a roar of buffeted wind. She only carried me for a few minutes, the earth falling away dizzingly fast below us. She lifted me up through the clouds, into the mountains that surrounded the village I’d lived in my whole life. I could even see my house. From the sky, it looked so small. My acreage of land that kept me busy, my cattle and sheep that made me come home smelling of sweat: gone.
Or, I was the one who was gone, really.
I didn’t try to talk to her as she flew. Thus far, she didn’t seem very keen on conversation, and I was at least somewhat relieved she hadn’t just devoured me whole. The more I talked, though, the more likely she probably was to just eat me.
When we finally arrived at her lair, she sat me down in a huff, then turned and looked at me with those big, faceted eyes.
“From now on, you’re mine,” she said, “and you’ll do anything I want you to do, or I’ll eat you.”
Well, that sounded very straightforward and, seeing no way to escape the mountainside cave she called home, I nodded. “Okay.”
The dragon made a sound that was similar to rocks grinding together, or maybe a very husky purr, and I wondered if that pleased her. She liked being listened to, then. Well, what woman didn’t?
I looked around the lair. I had expected it to be rather dingy and dirty, but really, the cave was kept very tidy. The piles of gold and goods had been heaped together in clear organization, and there were torches planted along the outskirts of the cavern that gave it a warm, homey feel. How did she light those? It was even warm, as if there was a fire flickering somewhere in the distance. Dragons probably didn’t enjoy living in squalor, either.
“Well, if you need me to organize, then I suppose I can do that for you.” I always enjoyed keeping my hands occupied, and at least I wasn’t on the dinner menu just yet. It looked as if she already had someone helping with that, though.
Sniffing again, the dragoness looked at me like I was an idiot. “I don’t need you to clean,” she said, shaking her head with a snort, “I have slaves for that.” Ah. That explained a lot. But, then, if she had slaves to clean and didn’t need me for that, what did she need me for? She was larger than me by a fair bit, her head as large as my torso, and she stood suddenly, dwarfing me. “First,” she said, her voice dropping to sound almost like a purr, “we need to get rid of that stench you carry.”
I tried not to be offended again. Really, it seemed like a species disagreement thing, rather than an insult. “Do you have a bath? I’ll take one, I suppose, if it’ll make you happy.” Did dragons bathe?
The dragon hadn’t moved, though, and her green eyes made me feel as if I couldn’t move. Frozen in place, even. I tried to step back, discomforted by the feeling of stuckness, but my legs seemed to disobey me. I looked up, our eyes meeting —
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, that was definitely a purr, and I felt a strange warmth growing in my chest as her eyes held me immobile. “The stench you carry can only be removed in one way.”
A long, serpentine tongue slipped from her maw, glancing over her reptilian lips, and she eyed me with a hunger that made my stomach flip over with renewed anxiety. She crouched, looking like a mountain cat hunting its prey. It was fairly easy to discern that I was the prey being stalked, and I didn’t like that one bit.
Was she actually going to eat me?
I couldn’t bring myself to move as she crept forward, her hypnotic eyes pinning me in place, even as she came close enough to touch.
“W-wai—“
She pushed me over with ease, her head bumping my chest and bowling me backward to land in an ungainly pile at her feet, my panicked exclamation flaring out with a pained huff. I went to push myself back up, but massive talons pinned me to the earth, keeping me still. Her mouth opened, revealing those fangs I’d seen earlier —
She bit at my clothes, tearing the simple fabric with terrifying ease, the serrated teeth ripping through the material in only an instant. The dragoness tugged at the shredded attire, tossing it to the side as soon as she had torn it free from my pinned body. It would’ve been entirely too easy for her to rip into my flesh, too, but there was a distinct care on her end to avoid even scraping me.
At worst, I found myself a little perturbed at how easily she was able to hold me down.
I found myself naked, lying beneath the massive form of a giant green dragoness. Her eyes peered down at me, glinting and sparkling with an internal light, a thousand shades of green staring straight through me. “If you do not fight, you will enjoy it more,” she rumbled, the sound vibrating through her body and rippling over mine, too. “I will enjoy it regardless.”
Enjoy what?
Before I could begin to wonder what a dragoness meant to do with a naked man, she showed me. Her head lowered, breaths hot against my skin, almost scalding. I sucked in a sharp breath, wondering if she preferred her meat lightly roasted rather than raw, then shuddered as I felt something hot trace over my skin.
It took me a moment to realize she was using her tongue.
The strange serpentine appendage teased over my body in light flicks, the drake’s breaths misting over my prone form as she played with me. I shuddered at the heat she brought, followed immediately by the cool caress of the cavern’s natural temperature, feeling a strange, feverish heat building inside me. It was a tormenting mixture, one moment almost too hot, then far too cold, and goosebumps trailed up and down my body. I squirmed a bit, trying to pull my arms out from underneath the she-dragon’s talons, but she dug her claws into the solid rock underneath, creating grooves in the ground that anchored her in place and pinned me ever tighter.
I stopped struggling soon enough, anyways. My attention was dragged elsewhere as her tongue descended lower, teasing closer to where no man desired there to ever be teeth. Especially not fangs.
Was that the she-dragon’s gambit? To leave me a eunuch? Terror flooded through me, only to be immediately staunched by the sudden, pleasant warmth that wound around my flaccid cock, enveloping me in hot, consistent pressure that was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My eyes widened and I looked down, peering past the she-drakes outstretched limbs meant to pin me in place, to see that her long, pink dragon tongue was curling around my member. At my groan of pleasure, her green eyes flitted up to my face, and I could see the amused warmth in her faceted gaze.
“Wh-what?”
Then she began to stroke me.
It was far better than anything I’d been able to do to myself with just a hand, her tongue hot and wet and gripping my growing girth tightly. I’d been entirely soft in the face of my potential upcoming demise, but it only took a moment for her surprisingly gentle touch to stir me to full hardness, my cock aching as the forked appendage dragged across my sensitive flesh. Her tongue wriggled and writhed and engulfed my length entirely, feeling as tight as if I drove myself into my clenched fist, but a billion times more enjoyable.
I’d cum more times than I could count, but the pleasure of those releases were dwarfed by the sheer euphoria that the dragon’s hot tongue elicited in me, her upward strokes toward the gaping, serrated maw somehow feeling like the heavens on earth. It would only take a twist of her head and I’d die the virgin I’d always imagined I would, but somehow, the fear of that had faded in the face of the sheer, inescapable pleasure. I grunted as her head lowered, pulling me into her mouth, and I half-expected her to finish the deed with a quick, sharp snap of her mighty head.
Instead, she merely engulfed me deeper, my cock swallowed by hot breaths and her squirming tongue. My hips lifted, the tight pressure building in my abdomen chasing away sense or rationality. I didn’t care if she could snap my prick off in a bite as long as she finished what she was doing with it, first.
She was close to doing so, too.
Within her maw, I couldn’t see what the dragoness did with her tongue, but I certainly felt it. The serpentine appendage withdrew somewhat, releasing me from its tight embrace. I groaned, feeling the building pressure within me abruptly back away, my heart hammering as I felt my climax quivering right on the edge —
denied.
At some point my eyes had snapped shut, bathing in the bliss the dragon unexpected elicited in me, but now I opened them, only to see that the dragoness was watching me carefully. It was a bizarre appearance, to look up into the eyes of a monstrous reptile, but as her tongue flicked against my cock and I gasped, startled by the sudden spike of pleasure, I saw the humor in those emerald eyes.
She was enjoying this almost as much as I was.
The realization sent a fresh wave of pleasure arcing through me, and as the dragoness’s tongue teased up my shaft, stroking from aching base to dripping tip, I savored every inch of heat she granted me. It wasn’t as all-encompassing as it had been when she’d nearly swallowed my cock with her tongue, but somehow the light pinpoints of pressure were almost as intoxicating — albeit in a different way.
Without the constant stimulation, every touch was highly anticipated, and I groaned aloud as she withdrew the forked appendage, leaving me trembling. Waiting.
This time when her tongue wrapped around my cock, I shuddered, hands clenching into fists as she suddenly swallowed me again, tongue rising and falling on my shaft, squirming up and down until it felt as if something straddled my waist and rode me near to completion. It was maddening, and I heard myself panting, grunting, gasping, the whines coming from me makes me flush, but I’d never felt so stimulated, overstimulated, before in my life.
Then, she growled.
It should’ve been terrifying, should have instantly set me back to petrified softness, but the vibration that echoed down her tongue and rung through my cock were euphoric. I cried out as I felt my climax hit me, sudden and unavoidable. My back arched, toes curling as I felt myself jerk, pulsing as the white-hot pleasure that had been coiling in my groin suddenly erupted.
I came in the she-drake’s mouth, her tongue stroking faster as she felt my tremors and knew that her attempts had succeeded. I came more than I ever had before, I was sure of it, as her tongue wrapped around the base of my girth and milked upward again and again, urging every last drop from me that she possibly could. Even when I felt myself pumped dry, she still stroked, until the pleasure twisted toward pain and I groaned, “Wait.”
Surprisingly, she did. The enormous green drake lifted her head away from my groin, and I could swear that there was a cat-like grin to the way her reptilian lips curled. “Done so soon?” she queried, and I could hear the amusement in her tone.
“You know I am,” I grumbled. There was no way she’d missed that. Curiosity, rather than sense, led me to ask, “Is that it, then? You’re done with me?” I half feared what she’d do if she wanted to receive her pleasure, too.
“That’s it,” she said, to his mixed relief and disappointment.
“Why me? Why — this? Surely you don’t get any pleasure out of it?” I asked, lying back on the cold ground. The she-drake shifted her weight, laying somewhat across my legs even as she freed my arms. Still pinned, though in a less uncomfortable way. She looked oddly pleased, her tail flicking like a cat who had just devoured a particularly pleasant cream.
She chuckled. “Because I enjoy it. And I loathe sharing. All dragons do.”
I’d always wondered why dragons preferred virgins. That made sense, though, in its own strange way. A glance around the cavern revealed that the green dragoness that had abducted me was just as much of a hoarder as the stories made her kind out to be.
“And me in particular? I happen to know that Harrald down the road has never been with a woman, either.”
She scoffed. “Do you know how difficult it is to find pure human men? Your Harrald is not pure. Ask the poor sheep amongst his flock.” She shook her great scaled head, looking disgusted. Then, the disgust shifted to amusement. “You were a good choice. Very tasty.”
That was a good thing, right? “Your slaves can’t do this for you?” I asked, not content to leave well enough alone.
She chuckled again. “They are all women. You humans have a maddening habit of assuming all dragons are male.”
Thinking on it, she wasn’t wrong. All of the tales I’d been told as a child of hungry dragons had been of fierce, ferocious bulls, breathing fire and claiming women for their own. Perhaps female dragons were just as furious. Maybe even more so, considering they were never given the right virgins to defile.
“You still stink,” she said, but the amusement in her tone took some of the sting out of the observation.
Still trembling beneath her, I merely lifted a hand, saying, “Thanks, it was great for me, too. I’ll take a bath now, I guess, if you want.”
She laughed outright, a loud, warm sound, and from where she’d semi-sprawled out across my legs, I felt the vibrations through my whole body. I clenched, remembering how it had felt to feel those vibrations on my cock, and she laughed again, though I thought I caught the hint of a purr hidden within the noise.
“Oh, no, little one. There’s only one way to remove that stench, remember?” Her breath wafted across my nude body, her words tight with intent.
I lifted my head, looking at her with aghast realization. “Absolutely not — I can’t,” I said, trying to figure out how to explain to a dragon that human men couldn’t simply go again. But, looking up into those cunning green eyes, I saw that she already knew of my struggles, and that was precisely why she was intending on pushing me again. There was humor there, and determination. Was this to be my fate? The plaything of a cum-hungry dragoness?
As her head dipped toward my body, her intent clear, I shuddered.
“Can’t you? I think you can.”
Maybe this fate wouldn’t be so bad after all.
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