A Damsel and Her Dragon

The dragon's massive claws were surprisingly gentle as her pushed the corpse of the horse off her. She thought she'd feel relief when the dead weight was lifted, but instead, Yasmine screamed as pain seemed to stab her even sharper than before, the blood returning to her limbs.

The dragon waited for her pain to subside, watching her, his amber gaze unreadable.

After a moment, the stabbing pain faded, replaced by a cold numbness. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and she wondered if she was on the verge of panic. "Can you talk?" she asked, softly. Her words seemed strange, difficult to form on her chilled lips.

The dragon blinked, then nodded, slowly. She felt something glance across her mind, like someone else's thought, :I can.:

Fear, and something else seemed to wash over her. The drake's thoughts pressed against her own mind had been unusual, alien. She tried to shake the fear, saying, "What is your name? I should know the name of the creature who has saved me. I am Princess Yasmine. Thank you." It felt odd, to introduce herself to the beast who had kept her captive for so many years, but she knew nothing about him and realized that he likely knew nothing about her. They had never spoken, after all, not before this.

He was quiet. Did dragons have names? The silence stretched on uncomfortably long, and she opened her mouth to tell him never mind, when he said, simply:

:Razikel. You may call me Razikel."

Razikel. It fit him, oddly. "Did you kill them?" she asked, meaning the two soldiers he had been left fighting in the cellar. He was here, so she thought the answer was obvious, but the question was important. She needed to know. If so, then all of the men who had come for her were dead, and she was safe.

The dragon grinned, baring teeth in a snarl that was distinctly predatory, :With great pleasure.: Crimson stained his maw, and she wondered, again, whose blood it was that he wore. Was that Derrin's? If it was, did she truly care?

Her eyes closed, surprised by the relief that surged through her. A tremble shook her, starting slight, growing more intense as she realized how close she had come to being assaulted by the army of mercenaries. How close she had become to being a slave to an army of mercenaries.

The dragon had saved her.

She looked up - looked into an amber gaze burning with hunger. She stepped back, the fire that flickered in the massive beast's citrine gaze causing a similar heat to flare up within her. There was no mistaking that expression. His eyes roamed over her possessively, lingering on the soft curves of her breasts and hips. For years he had watched her from afar, and now he drank her in like a thirsty man at an oasis. While before she had seen him as only a monster, now she knew that his mind buzzed with intelligence rivaling or even surpassing that of a human's. Coupled with his ability to take on a human form—

She tried to step back, to place some distance between herself and the intensity of that gaze, but she found that his muscular tail had slipped around her waist, holding her completely still. He held her up before him, dangling her before his maw. The slim but powerful muscle that was his tail slipped wound between her legs, parting her thigh for him. Pleasure bloomed as he teased her sex, but she didn't know, didn't understand.

"Wait," she whispered, her eyes widening. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to save her, take her home, protect her. A whimper slipped from her, but it wasn't terror that filled her. The dragon loomed over her, a forked tongue slipping between his reptilian lips, flicking featherlight against her nude skin. Was he going to eat her?

:Why?.:

His tongue slipped into her hidden entrance, delving into the core of sex, the princess felt completely helpless before the massive size and power of the drake. She threw her head back as she found herself, for the first time ever, filled. She writhed, gasping, startled as her body was wracked with soul-shattering pleasure. Each time the beast growled it seemed as if she felt the echo of the noise ripple through his muscles, vibrating inside her core. It built a pressure within her, sharp and wonderful, close to eruption. He lapped at her, filling her, stretching her until she felt like she was simply going to burst from the pleasure of it all.

:I should have done this years ago,: the rasp of the dragon's voice scraped across her mind, and she was surprised as she realized he could speak to her despite his tongue being... involved elsewhere. She opened her eyes and saw his, burning with need, locked on her with voracious longing. :You have always been mine, and it is time you knew that.:

Yasmine whimpered regretfully as the dragon withdrew his tongue from her core, the forked ends flicking her clit in an almost teasing reassurance that he was not done. He had been using his tail to lift her in the air, leaving her suspended before his citrine gaze, but now he lowered to the grass beneath him, pinning her to the ground by laying a massive claw across her waist and pressing gently. She gasped, her hands grabbing at the obstruction to try and free herself, but it was impossible to even budge him with his far superior size.

Entirely at his mercy, something flared to life within Yasmine's core, a hot need that she didn't understand, but made her squirm underneath his touch. Amber eyes flashed, and a soft growl rumbled from the depths of his draconic chest, though she felt no fear as she heard the noise.

Razikel's desire for her was impossible to ignore, his enormous cock exposed from its sheath and hanging near her body. It was almost the size of her leg, and just as girthy, with rivulets of seed dripping onto the grass beside her. Panic swelled, and her attempts to dislodge the dragon's pinning claws renewed, with fresh frenzy. He would kill her.

:Be still, morsel, quit squirming,: the dragon's voice danced across her mind, and she thought she sensed annoyed amusement. :Why would I break you after I have fought so long to keep you?:

She didn't understand right away, but understanding came quickly. The drake stepped back, freeing her from his pinning clutches.

Before her eyes, the dragon changed, shifting back down into the half-man, half-beast creature he had been in the cellar. In the light of the day, she saw that his skin seemed dark, nearly black, though flecked with those red and crimson scales that his full form was covered in. His piercing golden eyes roamed over her, and his arousal was still just as evident as it had been a moment before, though far less terrifying.

He didn't ask for her approval, nor did she think of giving it. Though he was gentler with her than the men had been, he was still forceful as he grabbed her, lifting her from the grass and pulling her against him. His lips were punishing as they closed over hers, claiming her mouth with the need that he'd always felt for her, but had held back demonstrating until now.

Yasmine's lips parted in a silent gasp of pained surprise, and his tongue pushed into her mouth, taking advantage of her inexperience and shock. It was forked, slightly, like that of his draconic form's. Instinctively she attempted to pull away, to retreat from the drake's, but the dragon's grip was strong, and the drake insistent, and truthfully, his taste pleasant. Warmth spread her, and she felt herself leaning against him. He was much, much taller than her, and the disparity was almost reassuring.

Besides, maybe this wasn't so bad. The dragon's fingers were hot as they roamed over her nude body, exploring the curves and crannies that he had been lusting after for years, but had never quite been able to obtain/ Yas moaned, the man's touch hot, far hotter than those of the knights who had accosted her. Every glance of his fingertips across her cool flesh sent sparks through her, fanning the embers that burned at her core.

The dragon was not content with her breasts, of course, though his mouth dipped to capture a nipple between his lips for a moment, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud until a cry of surprise was wrenched from between her lips, surprised by how pleasurable the simple motion had been. His fingers teased at her entrance, feeling the moisture that already gathered between her thighs.

:I should have done this years ago,: the dragon rasped, his voice deep, husky, scraping over her skin in the growing dimness of approaching sunset. :If I had claimed you when I first wanted you, then there would have been none of this 'rescuing' nonsense from you.:

Confusion and desire clouded her mind—she'd always thought his hunger for her had been born out of ravenous appetite, but perhaps she had been mistaken. The dragon's fingers curled inside of her sex, stroking the inner walls of her desire and stirring a pressure deep inside her core, while his mouth continue to roam over her exposed skin, tasting her, nipping and kissing.

The woman whimpered, "Why didn't you?" Her pale blue eyes sought his, hoping to see if he spoke honesty in his response. He didn't answer for a moment, and she pressed again, "Why didn't you come for me?" She hadn't even known that he was capable of shrinking down into a man-sized creature, one who was easily able to enter the castle she had thought was entirely protected from him. It made her feel foolish, as if he had merely been humoring her.

The dragon was not afraid to meet her eyes as he said, finally, :I did not want to take you that way.:

He didn't expand on the comment, and Yasmine found that she didn't want him to. It was enough.

The dragon was surprisingly gentle as he wound his free hand through her long, loose locks of hair, his taloned fingers tilting her head back to expose the delicate hollow of her throat. A thrill of excitement raced through her, beginning at her core and spreading throughout her aching, chilled body as his tongue, far longer and more dexterous than any human's, teased the sensitive skin of her neck.

Her body's responses to the knights' assaults had felt like a betrayal under their harsh and selfish attention, but the delightful electric that arced through her body seemed natural, a pleasure. She yearned to feel more of his touch.

"Please," she whispered, surprising herself. The word drew the gaze of the drake, whose citrine eyes were devouring her exposed form in the sunset's dim light. Her eyes slipped downwards, and she saw his cock that was far more human than dragon, but also far larger than Derrin's, or even Erroc, who had been stroking himself against her. The men had been six inches, maybe seven if she was generous -- the dragon looked to be nearly ten. Her fingers reached for his cock, and he didn't move to stop her.

He was hot to the touch, and hard, like steel layered under velvet. Her fingers couldn't wrap around the girth, though a groan rumbled from his chest as she tried.

She felt, for a moment, fearful. Her pale blue gaze met his, and she was startled to see that her fear seemed to excite him. His member throbbed, and a bead of moisture appeared at the slitted tip of his cock. Her finger hesitantly swiped it up, and again the dragon growled, this time with warning. Instead of frightening her, though, it seemed to embolden her, as if his challenge had given her nerve.

Lifting her finger to her lip, her eyes never wavered from his as she licked the precum, allowing the bead to linger on her tongue before she swallowed. Tasting him, as he had tasted her.

The dragon snarled, and she felt his draconic tail wrap around her waist pulling her downwards, to her knees before him. His member slipped between her lips before she could argue, and she couldn't help but remember all the times that he had watched from his courtyard, his golden eyes sharp with hunger and desire. Back that she had thought he had wanted to eat her, but as he filled her mouth with his cock now, she knew that his hunger for her went a different direction.

She choked as he thrust into her mouth, her hands splaying against his thighs as she tried to push back. Not to fight him off, but reflexively as panic settled in, fearing the sudden lack of air as his massive girth seemed to choke her.

:Be still, morsel, fighting will only make it worse,: the dragon rumbled, and she stopped, forcing herself to relax and breathe through her nose. Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes, and a whimper sounded deep in her throat, but she didn't dare try to pull away. Her tongue traced the underside of his cock, following a thick vein that began at its base and ran to the crimson head. As she did so, the drake's rod flexed in her mouth, and she felt another rush of precum. It was hot, almost spicy, but not in an unpleasant way. It warmed her from the inside out, and she felt a tingling rush spread through her veins, beginning at her throbbing core.

An aphrodisiac?

Her eyes lifted, but the drake's massive shoulders prevented her from seeing his face as she sucked. His hands wound tightly in her hair, holding her head still as he began to rock his hips forward, driving himself deeper into her mouth. It was impossible for the drake to fit all of himself inside of her mouth at once, but he managed to drive half of it in before she gagged, her fingers tightening into fists against his thighs. Alarm threatened, but she held the drake tightly, forcing herself to focus on tasting him, swallowing him, and after a moment it seemed as if she and the monster found a rhythm.

The dragon didn't warn her before he pulled her off his length, giving her a moment to breathe while he idly stroked himself. Strands of saliva and perhaps his precum dripped from her lips, which she wiped away with the back of her hand. Her saliva slicked wetly between his palms and cock, and again she felt a hot warmth coil within her.

:Bend over,: he said, finally, and she saw an animalistic glint in his eyes as the draconic man grabbed her, moving her towards a fallen log. It was uncomfortable and dirty, but she hardly minded as he moved her into position next to the makeshift stand. He used his tail to bend her like he might a puppet on strings, pushing her over at the hip across the wood so that her ass and sex were presented out to him. His hands gripped and pulled apart the taut muscle of her ass, baring her pussy to his gaze. She could feel her own desire sliding down her thighs, and her cheeks burned, shamed by her lust for the drake. He wasn't even human, but everything about this felt so right.

She felt, rather than saw, him move behind her, his cock slipping between the gap of her thighs. "Raz," she whispered, her eyes widening in nervousness. She was a virgin, and though he was far smaller in this form than the last, he was still immense. The thick head ground against her clit and teased her opening, threatening to delve inside the virgin hole at any moment. She'd never been with a man—the closest she had even been to being fucked had been when he had held her aloft, his tongue plundering her sex. Her hands gripping the edge of the log, trying desperately to find something to hold onto.

The dragon gave no warning before he slammed inside of her, merely growled into her ear as he grabbed onto her shoulder, hauling her back against his hips as he tried to drive himself as deep inside of her as he could.

A cry tore from her lips as he pushed past her maidenhead, burying himself completely inside of her as he had been unable to do to her mouth. Pain flared sharp, but it was quickly soothed by a heated pressure as he held himself still within her, allowing her to adjust to his size. After a moment, when she had stopped trembling, he rocked his hips slightly. Pleasure filled her, and the woman found herself pushing herself back against the drake, trying to take more of him inside of her, though there was nothing left of the drake could give. Her attempts, though, broke his control, and the dragon began to finally fuck her.

Yasmine couldn't help but whimper with delight as she found herself full, his possessive claws on her body making waves of euphoria slip through her. His nails dug painfully into the pale, unblemished skin of the exiled Princess, but she was lost in the pleasure of being filled by the drake, and she hardly noticed the scratches as they formed.

The drake pushed her forward, forcing her downwards and taking away any control she may have imagined she had. Her core clenched and unclenched around his girth, feeling the thick ridges of his draconic cock as he began to slowly, subtly rock in and out of her warmth. Tremors wracked her, and she felt his fingers seeking her clit, rubbing lightly at the sensitive bud as he slipped in and out of her depths. Pressure built within her, and she knew what he intended—she'd done it to herself many times before, but this was different. The pressure that grew within her body seemed explosive, her breaths coming faster, sharper, her hips grinding against his touch. His thrusts grew harder, faster, more frenzied. The wood of the log bit into the soft skin at her hips and waist, but the pain seemed to only heighten the simultaneous pleasure he was administering.

A snarl sounded behind her, and she turned her head, meeting the amber gaze of the dragon who claimed her from behind. A moan slipped from her as his cock seemed to swell within her, throbbing almost painfully within her tight core. His grip clenched tighter in her hair, and he forced her to keep her head turned towards him, seeming to enjoy watching as he slammed into her. Her expressions drove him to a frenzy, feeding off the gasps and whimpers of his prize, and she, in turn, fed from the dangerous desire that burned in his amber eyes. Knowing that her body stirred him to such abandon, giving up all control in search of pleasure, brought her to a new plane of desire altogether.

She came without warning, her body convulsing with the euphoric waves of release as his thrusts and probing fingers finally brought her to climax. He followed a moment later, unable to resist the quivering and squirming of the orgasming princess, his thick, hot seed spilling into her and out around his length. It was a messy mixture of her desire and his cum, but she didn't feel disgusted.

He sat down against the log, pulling the princess with him, not allowing her to lift herself off his cock that was still hard and buried within her core. She didn't argue, her pale blue eyes meeting the intense amber, though both gazes seemed unusually glassy. "What now?" she asked, softly, reeling as the weight of everything that had happened seemed to suddenly crash down on her. She slumped, and the drake caught her, his inhuman arms cradling her with surprising gentleness. Warmth surrounded her, cutting out the chill as the sun finally set behind the trees, placing them in shadows and darkness.

Razikel sounded amused as he said, :Now?: Her eyes flitted up, meeting his. They seemed to glow in the darkness of approaching night, and her stomach flipped over at the promise that those strange, reptilian eyes held. :Now, you're mine, morsel.:

Yasmine could get used to that.