Stuck in the Middle of You

Charles awoke cold and alone, his bed mate already up and getting dressed. Careful not to make a sound, he approached her from behind, running his hands down her sides and over her hips. She jumped slightly in surprise at his touch before taking his hands in hers and guiding them around her waist. She stopped him as his hands slid lower, reminding him that she had work to do. He protested, but was silenced quickly when she promised to lead him to the dragon's lair by night if he could behave himself until then. He withdrew his hand immediately and dressed himself, figuring that he may as well help out if he had nothing to do until nightfall.

The day passed quickly and before he knew it, they were cleaning up at the end of the day. He excused himself and left to don his armor and prepare for the hunt. When he returned, Elizabeth waited for him at the door out of the tavern, clad in a heavy traveling cloak and tall boots. They nodded silently to each other and slipped out the door and into the cool night. She led him away from the village and towards the mountains. By his estimate, they had been walking for around three hours when they came upon a large cave, tucked into an old river bed that ran between two peaks. He made sure she would be able to return on her own safely before entering the cave.

While obviously naturally made, it seemed as though the passage had been expanded and smoothed by hand, likely recently. The passage was enormous, easily large enough to fit the largest dragon that he had ever seen, yet was totally clear of rocky protrusions and detritus, aside from the occasional gash in the floor, most likely made by an enormous claw. Elizabeth's tip had been right on the mark. Anticipation built as he delved deeper, the air growing increasingly stagnant and pungent with every step. The tunnel narrowed slightly before suddenly rising steeply, forcing the knight to use the deep scours in the rock as footholds as he climbed. He was certainly near the dragon's lair now. He steadied himself, careful not to make extraneous noise. He had no intention of fighting a sleeping dragon, thought he prospect of rounding a corner into a gout of flame also lacked appeal.

At the top of the slope, Charles was greeted by the sight of the largest horde he had ever seen. Veritable mountains of coins lay heaped upon the floor, the currencies of dozens of lands surely present in the piles. Protruding from the mounds of coins were a wide variety of treasures, from ornate weapons to statues, to an entire boat which sat lop-sided upon a hill as though sailing an ocean of coinage. In the center of the horde was a huge, flat area where the dragoon roosted. From the size, he estimated that the dragon must be approaching its 800th year. It was unlikely that he had even encountered a dragon so old and even less likely that he could survive a head-on fight with one. He delved through the horde, attempting to uncover some hint as to the dragon's current whereabouts. Finding none, he chose to prepare an ambush, hoping that surprise would level the playing field.

Dragons were well-known for their heat vision, often catching by surprise thieves who thought themselves clever to rob a dragon's horde in the night. However, a dragon could not possibly sense the body heat of a man buried in a heap of gold. Even still, dragons were said to possess a supernatural link to their hordes, knowing if even a single coin has been added or removed. He did not know how this interacted with a hiding man, though he knew the dragon would be able to sense his armor and weapon. He stripped hurriedly, burying his armor in an empty corner of the cave, behind a particularly well-worn stalagmite about half his size. It seemed to be slightly wet, coated with an odd, sticky liquid. No matter. He searched the horde for a weapon, eventually choosing a short sword of incredible and foreign craftsmanship. He picked a spot behind the dragon's roost, tunneling into the gold, burying himself in the dragon's wealth. More than a foot of gold covered him, a small hole through which he could breath and barely see the only interruption in his impromptu dragon blind.

Within minutes, Charles was questioning the sanity of all dragonkind. Not only were coins incredible uncomfortable, being buried over his head in cold metal was possibly the most uncomfortable experience of his life. He had to fight to keep himself from shaking, afraid to disturb the pile. He tried to distract himself from his ordeal by running over the plan in his head. He would await the dragon's return and bide his time until the dragon approached to either roost or inspect its horde. Then, when the time was right, he would become the the worst nightmare of dragons everywhere, springing from its own horde to stab and cut with pious zeal at its (relatively) soft underbelly, slaying the dragon within the comfort of its own horde. He should have commissioned a bard to record the fight, a tale that was sure to be told for years to come. Despite the stress and discomfort of his situation, Charles slowly fell into an uncomfortable, restless sleep.

The paladin awoke with a start, nearly disturbing his hiding place. He had never slept so uncomfortably before. He was freezing, had almost no feeling in any of his limbs, and was certain he could purchase a decent plot of land with the gold stuck in his ass. The though brought him back to reality as he listened and watched, trying to find the source of whatever woke him. He heard a faint grunt as a bulky figure pulled itself over the edge of the edge of the entrance, stepping lightly into the large room. A thief? No, there is no way a thief would bother to come all the way out here on a mere rumor. If not a thief, then who? As the person drew closer, he realized that the majority of its bulk was from a rather large and rough traveling cloak. He thought he remembered seeing a cloak like-oh, shit. What was she doing here? Elizabeth stood before the horde, looking around the room as if searching for something. She called out a greeting a few times as she searched. He considered calling out to her, telling her that she needed to leave, but some part of his instinct rooted him in place. He watched her leave, and he made sure to tell her not to expect him for a few days (slaying dragons is hard), so she had no reason to be here.

His suspicions were soon answered as she dropped her cloak, standing naked before the heap. She stared at the mound of gold with the same hunger he had seen the other night, a detail that did not go unnoticed. She clambered into the roost and out of his line of sight, though he need not see to know what was happening. He felt the whole horde shift as something displaced the gold. Something huge. Before long, he could see the wings, back, and head of an immense red dragon laying before him. Its-her tail kicked up, resting upon a statue of some philosopher or another (he was pretty sure, anyway) above his head, barely saving him from being crushed under its weight. He was tempted to charge now, furious with her for making such a fool of him, but he knew better than to rush a fight with a dragon. She was certain to relax shortly, leaving her vulnerable for him to dispatch as he saw fit.

In scant minutes, Sir Charles knew that his patience had paid off. Her heavy breathing and gentle twitching told the paladin all he needed to know. She was facing away from him, already fast asleep, presenting a small target between her forelimbs through which he could strike at her heart. With his speed and surprise on his side, all he needed to do was strike the target with all his strength. He focused the entirety of his being into delivering a single strike and shot out of the gold like a shark out of water. For all his killing intent, nothing could have prepared him for what came next.

Elizabeth lay upon her horde, rear legs spread wide. A single, massive claw reached behind her, vigorously rubbing up an down her sex. She breathed heavily, twitching as pleasure rocked her. She was ashamed to admit how much her escapades with the knight still excited her, despite her age. Her other claw grasped helplessly at the coins beneath her, spraying coins in all directions as she let out a sound the likes of which she had never heard before. Wait, that wasn't her. The sound broke into a cry of fury and a sound like and avalanche coming from behind her. She shrieked as she caught movement out of the corner of her eye, barely processing what was happening. That knight was midair right behind her, momentum throwing him on a collision course with her stomach. His face contorted as he bellowed, sword in a twisted thrust aimed right at her. She scrambled to find purchase on the sea of gold, turning away from him just as she saw his fury pushed aside by confusion, his simpler mammal brain much slower on the uptake.

A swift victory denied him, Charles was torn between anger and confusion as he sailed gracelessly towards the flailing dragon. His mind was made up as he realized he had no way of stopping and was on a collision course with her backside. He dropped his sword as he braced for impact, his life flashing before his eyes as the implement of his demise drew closer. His whole body slammed into her with force, throwing off her balance as she scrambled, bringing the massive dragon to the ground. Right on top of him.

Charles prepared himself for death as her colossal form collapsed before him. Without enough time to move out of the way, his mind raced to find any way to survive the coming collision. Then, as if by divine providence, his path was made clear, a single opportunity presenting itself. With no time to vacillate, he acted, diving into his salvation. Puffy. Dragon. Vulva. A wet sound slopped out as he made impact, head and shoulders spearing directly into her sex. He gave silent thanks for her arousal as he slid in easily, drawing up his legs and bracing for impact. Her whole form crashed down where he once was, the collision forcing the entirety of his body inside her as she cried out in surprise, the sound muffled by her encompassing folds.

The ensnared paladin fought against his wet prison, now cursing her arousal as he sought something to leverage himself against. To make matters worse, he was fully embedded in her, her entrance now partially closed behind him. He scrambled inside her passage, trying his best to turn around inside her, defying anatomy itself with his will to live. He pushed against every surface he could, her walls giving with ease against his hands, yet not allowing him to room to fully invert. As the futility of his attempts at escape registered in his mind, instinct took over. Much to the paladin's surprise, an entirely unexpected instinct flooded his thoughts. The smell of her musk, surrounding him completely, pulled him out of his panic as he started to grow hard. He could not help but laugh with incredulity as he twisted inside her, his body refusing to acknowledge the danger he was now in.

Her sex felt as wonderful as it did the other night, except it now wrapped the entire length of his body. He was totally surrounded by her pulsing flesh, every inch of him continuously massaged by her warm walls. She was incredibly soft, yet firm-enough to afford him limited movement as he squirmed in her grasp. He was painfully hard, his member rubbing against her insides in an absurd re-enactment of last night's activities. He could feel her rattling breath as she vibrated around him, stimulating every inch of him with her sex. No longer trying to escape, he began to focus on his own pleasure, grinding his cock against her walls with as much force as he could muster. With nothing to brace against, her wetness forced him to exaggerate his movements, thrusting his hips as far as his body would allow, her folds eagerly accepting and wrapping around his length. He thrust back and forth, his whole body thrown into the act, flopping like a fish as he chased his own pleasure. As his breathing grew heavier, he felt as though her musk suffused his entire form. He was in a daze of lust, incapable of seeing beyond the next thrust, the next twitch of pleasure as he stroked himself against her insides. She met his every stroke with her own contraction, pressing his cock into his pelvis. They ground against each other, almost crushing his member with the force of their combined lust.

Charles felt his climax coming, his pace frantic as he ground against her, thrusting and turning his hips, searching for every last bit of pleasure he could find. He grabbed handfuls of her folds and squeezed them around his cock as he thrust against her. Her folds rippled with contractions, the overwhelming stimulation of their combined efforts finally pushing him over the edge. He groaned loudly as he came, rope after rope of thick semen sticking to her walls as he flailed about, not ready for the pleasure to end. He continued to thrust as he came, mindful of his partner's still-rising pleasure.

Before he even came down from his first high, Charles knew he was not done yet. Something about being inside her, encased in her sex, had flipped a switch inside him. His orgasm now passed, he was, if anything, harder than before. Despite his intense arousal, he felt calmer now, having satisfied his burning urge. He explored around inside her, feeling around and testing her reaction. His knee struck an irregular patch inside her, the sudden pressure of her walls against him indicating that he had found his target. And his way out. He pushed down as best he could, bringing his cock level with the hard bit of tissue he had found. With a grunt, he began fucking her g-spot, dick sliding back and forth over its surface as she pulled tight around him. He hammered away with as much force as he could muster, balls slapping against her spot with each impact. Even inside, he could hear her cries as she shook with delight. Her moans and vibrations set him off again, another orgasm ripping through his body without him softening at all. He was trapped inside her and loving every minute of it.

Encounters with other dragons were rare, so Elizabeth had precious little experience with sex in her dragon form. What little she had was largely done with the stalagmite in the corner she would occasionally pleasure herself with. But this, this was something different. The paladin moved inside her with a vitality she could never have even fantasized about. His whole body moved inside her, stroking against all of her favorite places. When he found her most sensitive spot, she nearly came immediately, barely holding herself back, unwilling to let the pleasure end. She ground her slit against her gold, the coins tickling her lips as she dug into the heap. Her entire body shook as she felt pleasure like she never had before. He stretched her cunt completely, filling her like nothing and no one else could, in human or dragon form. The fullness, the tickle of the gold, his hammering at her g-spot -- it was all too much. She gasped as she came, wave after wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her as she contracted around the knight. She felt every bump, every bone in his body as she squeezed him, her cunt trying in vain to milk the best lover it had ever felt. Her climax rode on, her front legs giving out as she reared up, presenting her sopping sex to an invisible lover. The rest of her body went numb as her sex flared and burned, a single point of indescribable pleasure inside the blackness of her fading consciousness. With the last of her spasms and the fading of her vision, she felt the knight hurl out of her before landing with a splash of gold on a mound behind her. Unable to control herself any longer, she blacked out as the afterglow of her orgasm set in.

Charles rose slowly to his feet, limbs shaking with aftershock. Elizabeth lay before him, collapsed into her gold, her sex still twitching as a steady flow of her subsiding arousal carried out a stream of white. He was exhausted, surprising even himself with his ability to remain standing. Killing her probably would have been less work. Still, though, seeing her like this woke a gentler side of him, one he thought he had long ago buried. Maybe he did not need to kill every dragon. He settled down into the crook of her neck, nestling into her supernatural warmth. Her claw wrapped around him, coming to rest lightly on his lap as his consciousness faded. How bad could just one dragon be, anyway?