The Dragon's Whored

"Wasn't that painting...different?" he asked.

Nella shrugged. "I don't think so. It's always been like that."

They traced their way through three separate hallways, ones that grew increasingly narrow with each turned corner. Nella stopped in front of one of the more mundane doors that Rob had seen in the mansion, but it still looked like it could be to a room at a fancy hotel.

Inside, however, he found what could only be described as a geek den. Dark, moody lighting came from a pair of lamps in the room's corner. A large TV screen held the banking interface for CoaTL. Other screens held a music player, several social media pages, and a news feed, all seemingly tied into the same system. Even with his relatively modest understanding of computer hardware he could tell that the glowing red tower was an expensive rig, with custom LED lighting and an expensive-looking cooling system. There was even a VR headset hanging from a hook on the side of the desk.

Everything besides the tech, however, was comfortably modest. The gaming chair looked useable, albeit with a strange hole cut out of the back. Posters from a dozen major release games hung from the walls, and a shelf of games was defended by a little army of fantasy-themed action figures. The back of the room held a fridge, a table full of assorted controllers, and an unmade cot covered in comfy pillows and a mound of blankets.

"Sorry, sorry. Again, I don't get many visitors here. I keep meaning to clean up, but then I notice something online and I just..." Her eyes locked onto the screen. Her character's bank was filled to the brim with items. Expensive weapons, rare currencies, and stuff that Rob didn't even recognize. There were even things like glass rods and summoning stones; items that had no purpose anymore after the features that involved them were culled from the game. It was like the CuoTL version of the Louvre!

His attention slid to the currency indicator on the banking screen. His jaw dropped.

"Jesus...how much gold do you have?!"

"A couple full banks. Use Alts to store it and keep shuffling it around to keep the servers guessing where my capital is. They're always putting in new gold sinks, but I'm usually able to turn it into 30-Day subscriptions, then back again when the heat is off." She rattled it off like it was nothing, but Rob could tell she was proud of it.

A thought crossed his mind, however. "So...50 gold doesn't mean much to you."

Her eyes darted away. "I mean...it's still nice."

"But you have so much! I've never seen so much gold! And you have ancient legendaries and mounts and vengeance tokens and..." He trailed off. Something was moving beneath her sweater, pressing against her back. It almost looked like a wriggling pet shuffling around in her clothes. Either that or...

"Is that a tail?"

Nella jumped to her feet, hands outstretched. "Okay! Time to leave! Goodbye nice meeting you see you again not really Mr. Rob!" He tried to form a question, but she pushed him back. The large woman was incredibly strong. Rob had taken punches in high school less hard than her open-handed jolting that shuffled him out of the room. Somewhere along the way, the flicking mass under her clothes popped free. A white, scaled tail flicked back and forth like that of an agitated cat. It was almost as long as his arm and joined seamlessly with her skin.

"Wait! What are you? I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm just curious!"

She laughed mirthlessly. "Oh that's what they all say. Then you send men with guns, or lances, or thermonuclear warheads and try to kill me. Nuh uh, no way mister. Out you go, and don't come back!"

"Wait!" He wracked his brain to come up with an excuse to stay. "I'll give you 100 Gold if you let me stay!"

Rob felt the tremor through her hands, but she kept shoving. "No!"

"200 Gold?"

Her pace slowed, her shoving done with less force. "N-no..."

"350 Gold. That's 400 total."

She stopped. Her hands fell to her sides, head sinking.

"Okay...so, like...just take it from the top. Is that a prosthetic or something? You're not actually a..." his words drifted off as a panoply of explanations all fought to be voiced, but none made the leap to his mouth.

Nella's hands trembled as she pulled down her hood. Two stubby horns poked out of her perfectly black hair, almost like they were some cosplay headband. But on closer inspection, the tail pushing out from her back was not some advanced fan-made appliance. It was coloured differently than her skin, but it fused seamlessly to her body.

He clapped his hands. "It all fits! Isolation, weird eye colour, reluctance to show me inside. You're a vampire, right?"

She made a face. "Really?"

Rob scratched his head. "I'll admit: the tail is kind of throwing me off."

Nella laughed, shaking her head. "No, not undead. Not an alien either. That's usually the second guess. Remember the painting in the hallway? My dad didn't just paint it..." She trailed off, wiggling her eyebrows. At last, Rob caught on.

"You're...you're a dragon?"

"Yeah, it's kinda weird I know." She reached up, stroking the side of the boney protrusion on the left side of her head. "This is my human form, of course. I can turn full draconic, but that brings the FAA on my ass and I'd rather not."

That was a tough pill to swallow. But nothing else fit better. Unless this was some kind of elaborate practical joke, Rob decided it was best not to challenge her belief even if it was a ruse. She was strong!

"Well...I've honestly never met a dragon before. I guess I should reintroduce myself. Hi, I'm Rob," he said, extending his hand with a gentle smile. She shook it. Her grip was like iron.

"Zalinellarax. Nella's still fine."

He nodded slowly. "So Nella. Is this mansion like, your lair?"

The monstergirl folded her arms. "That's about right. Dragons have certain instincts that can be hard to fight. We're smart, of course, but we're also creatures of habit. I'm fairly young: only 178 years old. I've been more flexible than my progenitors. I don't want to eat anyone or reign over a pit all day. I just...stay in this house, far away from prying eyes, and try to live my life. Most days I play video games." She looked back to her screen. The tickdown to automatically logging her off was already halfway through. Her bank menu was still open, and another puzzle piece locked into place.

"All that CoaTL Gold...those items...that's your hoard!"

"You catch on quick. Yeah, can't really collect real gems and gold bricks in physical form without attracting attention. Plenty of Monster Killers out there want to turn me into a particularly flame-retardant jacket. Of course, I own plenty of both, but only on paper. My real hoard is online."

Rob's breath was sucked of him. "People want to kill you? That's...shit, that's terrible. I won't tell anyone," he repeated, adamant.

"Thank you. Why were you so curious, may I ask? What gave me away?"

"You order twenty pounds of meat a week. I thought there had to be at least a whole family who lived here."

"Nope, just hungry." She playfully skipped past him, opened the fridge next to the bed, and pulled out a rack of raw ribs. With a single motion, she chopped down onto meat and bone. Her teeth had become razor sharp incisors. Bones cracked and flesh tore as she devoured what could have easily been enough for four people. Rob had to step back to avoid meat shrapnel. In less than thirty seconds, she'd devoured everything. A final lick of her finger confirmed she was finished.

"That was horrifying," he said, "But kind of awesome too!"

Nella beamed. "Thank you! You know, for a human, you're not so bad!"

She sat down on the cot, and patted beside her. He sat down carefully as not to spook her. Considering she'd just cleaved through bone with her teeth like it was candy corn, he didn't want to be a victim of a fear-induced dragon attack. Even though she wasn't...what he expected, Rob longed for her. She was so strong, so powerful...but there was a vulnerability there too. She was showing herself to him in a way that not many people got to see. It was sweet. She was sweet.

"So...giving you Gold...What does it feel like?" Rob asked, jerking his chin towards the big screen setup.

The dragongirl's large cheeks reddened. She licked her lips, trying to parse her words before speaking. "I spend a lot of time trying to wrestle with my urges. My need to sequester wealth, to hoard valuables and suchlike. But when you offer more, even just a little, it triggers something in me. It makes me..." She trailed off. Nella was a little flustered, but there was a smile on her perfect lips. Was she getting turned on?

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Rob pressed. He was growing bolder, feeling the warmth coming from the bigger woman. A part of him wondered if he was really doing this. They'd just met less than an hour ago! Was he really trying to seal the deal?

She nodded slightly. "I know I should resist, tell you to get out of here. But when I relent...when I give up and comply for nothing but fake Gold...Gods, imagine me, a dragon, obeying a lowly human. It's...wrong~" The last word she practically moaned out. Sweat was forming on her forehead.

"Care to take off that sweatshirt?" he asked.

She looked at him almost plaintively. "But...I'm not wearing much underneath."

"So? Take 25 Gold and take off that sweater for me, Nella."

Her hands slid over her belly to the edge of her bulky top and pulled it off. Once free of the hoodie's confinement, her billowing black hair poured freely down her shoulders and back. She wasn't wearing much at all. A faded white muscle shirt, in fact. The surface was so damp with her sweat that he could see the large support garment keeping her breasts in check. It was like the tits were ready to burst out of her bra's confinement at any moment. Rob shifted position on the bed, hiding just how much he liked this particular image.

"Happy?" she asked him with a theatrical pout.

"Very, but I'm only happy if you are. We can stop. If you don't want to go any further, I can leave." But, he left unsaid, the Gold will stop flowing. The internal debate waged inside her, clearly visible on the look of consternation on her face and, surprisingly, the furious wriggling of her tail.

"This isn't right. Obeying a lowly mortal for a digital pittance. But...fuck~" She shivered, thoughts making her Amazonian body shiver. "This is really hot for me Rob, and I don't think I want you to stop."

He nodded once. "Good girl. You know what's next. Show me what the tits of a dragon look like, would you kindly?"

Nella's fingers trembled as she pulled off her white muscle shirt. Rob's jaw dropped when he saw just how cavernous her cleavage was. She was positively stacked.

"You like?"

"God yes. You have an amazing rack." He winced. Though some allowances can be allowed for his lack of eloquence. At the moment, the blood was rushing somewhere besides his brain.

She smiled sheepishly, dipping her head in a mock bow. "Thank you, Rob the Human. I should tell you...I've never...not with a human, at least."

That caught his attention. "You're kidding."

"Afraid not. I've had boyfriends before, of course. A wyvern who was really into drag races during the 50s, a kinky three-way with a pair of thunderbirds in a speakeasy. But you're my first human...and my first anyone in a long time. So...be gentle, okay?" She reached behind her, fiddling with the hooks of her bra.

"Is it a species thing?" He asked, more curious than offended. He had absolutely no problem fucking a dragon, so long as she didn't have, like, a cloaca or something.

She shook her head once more. "No, it's just that I've never found humans particularly interesting. I guess that is why I found MMO life so easy to lose myself in. Everyone becomes a wizard, or a gremlin, or a slutty elf. The mundane world is disappointing in comparison. But you..." she pushed a large, soft finger from his sternum down to his navel, "You've got me all shivery and excited. It's been a while since I've felt like that, so I figure you're worth a little time."

Her bra's strap came off her shoulders, and she made a show of removing it. Holding up the cups in her palms, she gradually reduced the pressure and let her enormous breasts hang down. As far as Rob was concerned, they were one of the Wonders of the Natural World. They were too big to keep much perk, but they made up for their slight sag with their incredible size. Two thick, plump nipples pointed outward from the pliant mounds..

"I'd say something more, but I'd be afraid of repeating myself. Goddamn, Nella."

She theatrically waved off his ogling, giving her tits a playful jostle. "Part of why I wear sweaters, honestly. I like the way they look in 'em." She brushed her side. There was some slight scarring there, near where her appendix would be. A wound, maybe? No wonder she was so skittish if she had to worry about monster hunters.

He whipped off his own shirt. Rob gave a roguish smirk when he saw Nella's eyes widen, red orbs taking him in for perhaps the first time.

"You like?" he asked, mimicking her own statement moments before. He didn't have abs, but he did work out a few times a week, and his job entailed moving a lot of packages. His arms and legs had the kind of lean, solid definition you'd see in a guy who worked for a living. She reached out a finger and slid it down his naked chest.

"Aw."

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Not much body hair. Could use a little more," she said, with as much seriousness of a chef suggesting a dish needed more pepper.

"A little more?" he parroted, incredulous. That was a first. "Most women aren't too keen on the hairy dude thing."

Her tail swung to her side, and she caught the tip between two fingers. "As you can see, I'm not most women. I think hair on mammals is cute! Kinda wish dragons had hair, to be honest. Though scales and fire breath are both pretty good."

A long pause. Rob tried to savour this moment, imprinting every detail into his mind for later. If only to convince himself he didn't dream it. The enchanting red of her eyes, the light flower fragrance of her hair. Her breasts. Her skin. Her adorable little tummy. She was gorgeous and sweet. Powerful but needed his protection.

She was everything he wanted in a woman.

Rob kissed her first. A single, insistent motion pressed his lips to hers, then withdrew a fraction of a millimetre to see if she would reciprocate. To his everlasting relief, she did. And more. He tasted her and felt the flick of a totally inhuman version of a tongue lurking there. But none of her inhuman traits detracted from her loveliness. They increased it. Nella was unique in all the world, and she was here in front of him, yielding to his touch.

"Mind if I go down on you for a bit?"

She raised an eyebrow. "How much is this going to cost me?"

"Nothing. I've never eaten out a mythical creature before. Thought it might be fun. We can always skip it if you-"

"No no no, that's totally fine!" she rushed to say, waving her hands. The forcefulness of her objection caught them both by surprise. He laughed first, then she did. After about a minute of sporadic, mutual goofery, they calmed down.

She pulled up her skirt and shucked her panties. Spreading her legs and pressing her back to the metal headboard, she bit her finger in anticipation. Rob didn't exactly know what he had expected. It looked like human ladyparts. The only thing of note, and minor at that, was the lack of external labia.

"I'm trying not to make a joke about lizards not having lips, but it's not coming to me," he said.

She grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards her nethers. "Shut up and get licking, Your meal is getting cold."

That wasn't true at all. As his face neared her pussy, his skin heated. It was like standing near a bonfire. He planted a series of ascending kisses on her inner thigh, making his way closer with every moment to the main attraction. Her hairless pubis was hot. Literally! It far exceeded the temperature of a normal human body. He instinctively pulled back, suddenly worried about scalding himself.

Nella leaned forward. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just...damn."

"Yeah, dragon." She shrugged.

He ever so slightly put his lips to her pussy, bracing for the heat. And it really wasn't that bad. In fact, it was almost pleasant. Her sex was roughly at the heat of a cup of coffee when it was just hot enough to drink. He took it slow, however. Rob planted kisses along her thighs, her mons, and lightly against her clit before focusing some careful, restrained licks to her slit itself. He wasn't shy with his oral affections, lavishing plenty of wet praise upon her sex to the delight of the dragongirl. The shivers and jerks that she made were proof positive of the effect he was having.

"Aaah...oh...oh Gods it's been so long!" she sighed, running her hands through his short hair. He took breaks to rest his tongue and see the look of pressing need in her lovely face. The sounds she made were just as delightful. Lonely girls never restrained their noises, Rob found, and that drove his cock hard into the seam of his pants.

Piping hot excitement dribbled from her body, and occasionally her powerful thighs would involuntarily clamp down around his ears. She'd open them once more when he stopped licking, before offering an apology that devolved into panting and 'yes!'s.

He continued until he was sure that she was whipped up into a sexual frenzy. Not enough to orgasm, of course, but she was close enough to the edge to stare down into the waiting abyss. Leaving her pussy behind, he slithered up to kiss her again. A gentle but firm grip of the back of her neck stayed any thoughts of retreat from the submissive dragon, and he gave her a taste of her own juices for once. Her reluctance melted, and they were quickly back to swapping saliva, only with added flavour and depravity to make the makeout session extra fun.

"Fuck...what now?" Rob asked as he pulled away from the kiss.

She licked her pillowy lips, still glistening with their shared saliva and salacious secretions. "You into blowjobs much?" She grinned. Rob smiled back, but momentarily recoiled when he noticed her teeth. At some point, her pearly whites had elongated back into points. She looked every bit the carnivorous predator.

"Umm...I might pass." He poked his own teeth. She probed around her mouth with her tongue. She giggled.

"Whoops! Sorry. Sometimes that happens when I get too excited. Say we skip the beej for now?"

Rob nodded with a light chuckle. "Well, you got an awesome set of tits. Ever let someone fuck em?"

"Why would you do that? How do you even do that?"

He laughed. "Don't you get porn on your computer? Lemme show you. You got a lubricant somewhere?"

She hesitated, looking off to the side as if searching for an excuse. Rob held out three fingers. "Vengeance tokens. Enough to get a decent heirloom helm. Be a good girl and show me, dear. We're too far now to get all bashful."

She reached over to her desk and gripped the handle of her desk's largest drawer. She opened it slowly, her face nearly as red as her eyes. Sensing a chance to be a jerk, he stood up. He gave a theatrical whistle at the contents he saw.

"What do we have here?"

It was a small armoury of fake penises. Most were fantastical colours, some in very strange, inhuman shapes. Nella withdrew a mostly empty transparent tube of clear gel. She handed it over sheepishly.

"My goodness. Such a naughty girl~" He took on a parody of the airs a teacher would exude when chastising a naught student. By the ferocity of the blushing, Rob could tell she wasn't hating this scenario.

He reached into the drawer, and with theatrical disgust, pulled out the strangest-looking item: a floppy blue vaguely cone-shaped shaft. It ended in a thick knot, and though the toy was immaculately clean, the paint had slightly faded until the thickest part of the bulge.