The Mountain turned down the hall leading to the throne room. The entire keep shook with the destruction of the city. New windows appeared where walls once stood. Dust fell from the ceiling leaving particles in the air. His heavy footfalls echoed through the hall, adding to the cacophony of explosions in the distance. The city was done, this much he knew. As he turned one last corner, he saw the grand doors of the throne room. He felt his blood rush with anticipation as his speed increased, his solder dropped. And through the doors he burst in a shower of wooden splinters. As his eye focused, across the hall he could see. She rose from the throne. He stood there for a moment, looking at this figure he thought would be more imposing. The moment passed as he began to sprint towards her. He closed the distance, climbed the steps, and lunged for her before she could react. His massive hand slammed into her chest knocking her back into the throne. He stood, towering over her for a moment. Then he suddenly grinned and grabbed her by her throat. He lifted her from the throne as if he was lifting fabric. And slammed her hard into the wall behind the throne. She slumped to the floor gasping for air, her head swimming in a fog. She was unable to focus her vision, but could hear the jangling of armor. The sudden crash of armor landing on the firm stone. She regained the ability to focus as she sat back and looked at the armor on the floor around him. As her gaze lifted, the man in it on was gone. Instead replaced by what can be described as a monsterous bear. It took a moment more for her eyesight to fully return, and see that it was still the knight. But he had hair covering his sinewy frame. Despite this, she was still able to see the features of his body. The buldging muscles rippled as he swayed. The sweat adding a sheen to his features. And then she noticed the Mountain’s serpent. Hanging there, pulsating, growing with each pulse. Becoming as hard as the Mountain himself. Then she realized what was to come next. The Mountain kneeled down, his serpent never looking away. He grabbed her hair and pulled her around on to her knees to face him. He then grabbed her by the throat and pulled the Dragon down on all fours. She was face to face with the mighty serpent. She could see the venom dripping from the beast. She had an urge that took over her. As the serpent inched closer, she let out her tongue to meet it. Her tongue touch the tip of the serpent, and began licking the venom. She felt the hand around her throat squeeze and coax her mouth open. She did not fight this, she knew the fight was lost. She gave in and opened her mouth freely taking the serpent. He could feel the smallness of her mouth and tightness of her lips around his snake. He knew that she would have trouble at first. But this did not stop him from pushing deeper down her throat. He could hear her gasp for air as he trust in and out of her mouth. He gripped her hair and thrust harder and deeper. The action was so violent, she could feel his sack hit her throat with each thrust. He pushed himself as deep as her body would allow, and slowed. She felt his hand on the middle of her back grab a large fistful of her clothing. And in one motion, tear all articles free of her body. With this, he began touching and caressing her naked body. Then he firmly grabbed her hips and in a move so swift she didn’t realize it was happening. She was lifted from the ground, turned upside down, and pinned against his chest. She began to feel a warm wetness licking her thighs and her lips. She was staring at the serpent again. This time, she willing wanted to taste it. She took the serpent back into her mouth. As she did, the wet warmth between her legs seemed to move more vigorously. While one arm firmly held her in place. She could feel his free hand wander, tracing her curves. He did not think the mother of Dragons had this voluptuous of a physique. He couldn’t help but feeling her hips, cradling her waist. And then, his hand rested on her ass. He squeezed, marveling at the firmness, yet relishing the suppleness. Dani thought to herself if he can do that, so can she. She ran her fingers down his massive thighs, her fingers weaving through his hair. She moved one hand to the base of the serpent. She could feel his pulse in her hand and in her mouth. She could tell he had a powerful heart, her lips and tongue told her so. Her other hand moved to the jewels the serpent was guarding. Each one filled her hand. She gently tugged and squeezed each jewel. She noticed with each action, she got a different reaction than before. She began to realize that the Dragon may still have some power. The Mountain began to explore the Dragon more. His tongue moved to part her lips, and began to move to enter her. As he did this, he noticed she responded by tugging and squeezing. This gave him a shudder and caused him to uncontrollably flex. He couldn’t let her have power here. He moved his fingers between the cheeks of her backside. He placed a finger against the entry to the back cave. And applied pressure every time she squeezed the serpent or tugged on the jewels. He wanted her to know, what would happen if she continued. This did not seem to deter her. She continued her actions despite this new threat. Not one to be proven wrong, he pushed his finger and tongue as deep as he could. She could feel her grip tightens and her tug even harder. Although this time there was a gasp. With this, he knew she was done fighting. She was his now. With this confirmed he moved his hands to her hips again, and flipped her once more. This time, she ended up on all fours facing away from the Mountain. She felt him grab a clump of her hair, pull her head back, an spank her with his massive hand. The sting felt oddly good to her. He made sure to get the other side, before squaring his hips to hers. He placed his serpent at the entrance to the dragon’s cave. His grip tightens on her hair as he pulls hard. Pushing his serpent into her and slamming his hips into hers. She shudders with the impact, internally and externally. His serpent fills her cavity fully, yet he keeps trying to push deeper. So could barely take him in her mouth, how is she taking this much of him? She feels the serpent slide out, she feels his veins as he does. Then she feels the serpent come back in with a slam. She shudders as she feels the jewels slam against her clit. He thrusts as hard as he can. She’s so tight, he knows this won’t last long. But he continues unabated. He slams into her again and again. Each time he moans louder. She reaches down to grab his sack. She holds on firmly, and she tugs him in each time he thrusts. She can feel him tighten down there, she knows what’s coming near. He tightens his grip around her hips and thrusts harder into her than he ever thought he could. The slapping resonating throughout the hall. With one last forceful thrust and a booking growl, he fills her up with his seed. She is so overcome that she too convulses in ecstasy. She feels his warm juice spreading throughout her as his pulse resonates inside of her. The world disappears and it’s just their breathing and their pulse that exist. She pushes back into him, wanting him to not move. He grabs her hips, pulls her close, and holds her there. As he leans to the side, he lays down. Pulling her close, her locks her in with his massive arms. He leaves his serpent deep as she presses against him. Their bodies relax as they drift away and their world fades to darkness.