The Princess's Keeper

As yet another roar echoed through the halls and rattled the tapestries that hung from the old, stone walls, Princess Elena mused that the dragon who guarded her tower must have been having a particularly bad morning. It was rare for the giant blue beast to be so fearsomely loud and irritable, especially in the early hours when he knew she tended to be asleep, and finally, the blonde woman forced herself to clamber out of bed to see what could be so amiss. Hopefully nothing too dire -- she'd hoped to spend the day gardening.

She very nearly ran straight into the dragon -- or, rather, what little of him could fit inside the tower.

"Oh -- oh, my," the petite blonde princess gaped, unable to tear her eyes away from the massive, dark blue-black member was that shoved rather inelegantly through the normally picturesque window -- the dragoncock was about half the size of her body, and it was thickly veined and seemed to radiate heat. She had never seen this part of him before, a fearsome guard who prevented her from fleeing back to the nation that had exiled her. No, this was a very new scene for the poor princess.

Admittedly, a part of her was tempted to touch it, but Elena could see something that beaded at the tip: a clear, slightly sticky liquid that pooled on her ornate rug from the faraway deserts of Agovia. "You're making quite the mess in here, did you know that?"

The dragon didn't respond audibly, but she saw his member throb and, despite her misgivings, Elena couldn't help but reach out and place a hand on the thick, hot organ. Immediately, she heard the dragon's breath rattle out in a sigh, and his member throbbed again under her touch -- she shivered as she could feel the blood rushing, and oddly, a flush spread over her body. "Do you like that?" she asked, thinking that he must.

He affirmed with another sigh, and she watched his cock convulse, dripping the strange liquid onto her rug once more.

The Princess could see the dragon's hindquarters as they hung over the side of the castle, his claws digging into the masonry, his erect need pulsing each time his massive heart beat. She couldn't see his serpentine face, but she could picture it -- the large, cobalt eyes and the ivory fangs that dripped with saliva, his lips curled into a fearsome snarl of demand. Her stomach fluttered excitedly at the thought, which was strange. "What's going on with you? Don't you have more manners than this, Jaarel?"

Jaarel, the dragon, responded with a shuddering rumble that shook her tower -- a roar, though less insistent than it had been when he had been trying to wake her. The bestial keeper of her tower had never done this before, and she wondered what inspired him to be so, well, blunt. Had something happened while she slept? Was this something that all dragons did?

It had been nearly three years since Elena's evil stepmother had decreed her presence a threat to the new royal line and had ordered her executed -- she was 18 now, far past the suitable age of marriage. Her loving father had feebly offered that she be exiled away in a dragon-guarded tower as an alternative to execution, to which her stepmother had reluctantly agreed, but only if she got to choose the tower and the dragon.

Elena didn't know how her stepmother had chosen Jaarel, but as she considered him, or what little she could see of him, she wondered if this was another part of her stepmother's evil plans. Doubtful, really -- until now, Jaarel had done little more than grumble about, roaring at the passing knights to convince them that an exiled princess wasn't worth dying over, while dropping off dead deer and cattle every few days to ensure that she didn't die of starvation. He had never even spoke to her, though she had read many books in her tower's oddly impressive library since her incarceration that indicated he could do so if he wanted. He simply didn't. Which Elena didn't mind, but it made all of this much more strange.

It had been an alright life, but now, obviously something had changed. The question was -- what?

Elena had been silent as she'd thought, her hand still resting on the dragon's need, and her stillness must of irritated him, because in the next minute he roared again, thrashing, his cock shaking about as he tried to thrust himself deeper into the tower. The muscles on his hindquarters rippled as he gripped the stone, straining, and Elena cried out as she saw cracks appearing across the walls of her room.

"Stop, please!" she shouted, and thankfully, the dragon did.

Elena stared at the blue-black member, worrying her lip as she considered what to do. If he tried that again then he would destroy her home! Which, really, might be an upgrade to her present living situation, but she didn't want it to happen while she was still inside the tower. Looking at the drake's blue-black desire, the Princess wondered if that was what was inspiring his madness this morning. She ran her hand across his need, feeling the blood surging through the rigid rod. The tower shuddered again as the dragon rumbled his approval, his talons digging into the stone. So long as she was touching him, he stopped trying to thrust into the window.

"Is this what is bothering you?" she asked, softly, and the dragon rumbled again -- yes. A spark of excitement shot through her as she realized this was the closest thing she'd had to an actual conversation in three years. Jaarel was speaking to her! Kind of. Interpreting the grumbles and roars as "yes" and "no" was probably her being generous in her loneliness, but she would run with it. She placed her other hand on the dragon's cock, and he grunted -- the thick vein that curled its way from the base of his engorged shaft throbbed, and Elena's heart hammered in heavy response. She began to stroke, awkwardly, unsure of how to best please the beast enough to prevent him from crushing her under the tower's crumbling walls. Anything had to be better than nothing though, right?

Jaarel seemed to be of that mindset, too. The beast groaned and growled as her hands stroked up his length, and she could see his legs tightening and tensing each time she drew her hands closer to the liquid that dribbled from the slit on his massive member.

She remembered some of the romance stories that she had read from the tower's library -- well, romance was not their primary topic, but still, they had been extremely enlightening for the lonely princess who had spent many evenings reading them before bed. Some of those "not-quite-romance" stories had indicated the use of a woman's tongue when pleasuring a lover, but Elena hesitated as she recalled those passages.

Was she truly thinking of doing such a thing?

Seemingly sensing her thoughts, or maybe her hesitations, Jaarel's body tensed for a moment, then jerked as he thrust heavily against the balcony, the tower shaking at the force behind the motion, and Elena was very nearly tossed free from where she stroked him. "Stop that!" she snapped, finding herself mildly annoyed at the impatient beast. "I'm trying to figure out how to help you!"

Oddly, the dragon seemed reticent -- he grumbled, not quite a roar, and she saw his rod soften somewhat as she scolded him.

Dratted beast. That wasn't what she wanted, either. It was a strange realization to make, but Elena found herself charmed by the challenge Jaarel presented her on this unusual morning. Obviously her bestial guard was suffering mightily, he would never be so reckless with his charge if not, and Elena's own heating body left her unable to simply let her scolding tongue reduce Jaarel's need to nothing.

There were other uses for that scolding tongue, after all.

The petite blonde princess knelt beside the beast's massive member, somewhat intimidated and awed as she saw how large it truly was. The blue-black organ was easily about the length of her legs, and twice as thick. "Do not thrash about," she warned Jaarel, "or you might kill me with this weapon of yours!" It was an exaggeration, he would likely only bruise her, but the warning was well-received and the blue dragon stopped even his slightest motions. She could see he even held his breath, expectant and excited.

His cock, however, was not still -- it was once again growing fat with his need, even thicker than before. Perhaps the drake realized that she wasn't angry, or perhaps he sensed that something in the princess was preventing her from fleeing his mighty sword. Either way, the dragon's cock was completely motionless and growing larger as the princess hesitantly pressed her lips to the oozing slit, her tongue drawing across the massive, angular head as she tasted his desire for the first time.

Heat flooded her body, like liquid fire, trailing between her lips, across her tongue, down her throat -- following the dragon's cum as she lapped at the source. The dragon groaned, a rattling sound of pleasure, and she felt his enormous cock shudder, only to taste another wave of his precum as he reveled in the way her mouth explored him. She swallowed quickly, her own pale blue eyes widening with shock as she felt the warmth infusing her.

He was too large, of course, for her to ever hope to take all of him inside her mouth, but Elena was surprisingly eager to see just how much would fit. As a sheltered Princess, Elena had never been exposed to a man's desires or needs, but she was fairly certain that the colossal cock of the dragon was different than that of a human's -- Jaarel's member was long, thick, and triangular at the head, and spaced evenly across the entire girth were small, hard ridges, almost like the blue scales that covered his body but darker and underneath the skin, rather than on top. She ran her tongue over one of those hard ridges, and her curiosity was rewarded with another surge of precum and the dragon's talons scrabbling into the stone, this time instinctive, she thought.

He liked that, it seemed.

Emboldened by the dragon's response, Elena's delicate pink tongue dragged along his entire length -- it was long enough that she had to crawl on her hands and knees, licking from the dripping head all the way to his swollen base. Unlike with a man, no testicles hung beneath his rigid length. Instead, there was a hard, fat knot at the end that pulsed each time his cock throbbed, and she licked at that, too, her lips pressing against the cold scales, warming at her touch.

He growled, thrusting forward, seeking her hot, tight mouth -- a cry tore from her as the cracks along the walls of her home seemed to deepen, threatening to tumble about her, but the drake was not so oblivious to the plight occurring as a result of his restless desire. He settled after a moment, and she rewarded him with a shaky kiss to his cock, then returned to the dripping slit. She tried to lick up the mess he had created, but it was impossible. Her lips wrapped around his head, her hands gripping the shaft as she guided him towards her, but soon the petite princess found that her nightgown was becoming drenched in the dragon's seed. No matter how much she licked and sucked, there was always a bit dripping onto her, too.

With a sigh, Elena pulled the dress over her head, making a mental note to do an extra load of laundry when all of this was said and done. Who knew that pleasuring a dragon would be such a messy business?

She knelt next to him for a moment, her nude body briefly brushing against his cock as she shimmied out of her clothes. The closeness of her body to him seemed to send the dragon into a renewed frenzy, one that no amount of stroking and licking from the princess could ease. His hips collided against the stone walls as he thrust through the window, seeking her, and Elena could only gasp as the dragon's fierce motions threatened to topple the tower around her. This time he seemed heedless of the damage his frenzy was doing, the cracks spiderwebbing across the walls --

Without thinking, Elena laid back, then wrapped her arms and legs around the massive, rampaging member, embracing the dragon's need against her body. She moaned as he rubbed between her legs, teasing the very secret, very sensitive part of her that only she had ever teased before, and the dragon stilled. Another moan came from her, this one frustrated at the dragon's sudden, unexpected indecision, and he slowly, purposefully seemed to rock his reptilian hips forward.

"Jaarel!"

Again, his cock drew against her sex, and Elena eagerly took the moment to suck on the dragon's need -- it was absolutely impossible for Elena to hope to take all of him inside her mouth, but this newfound position was much more favorable to at least pleasuring all of his impressive length, not just the head. The lust that raced through her body was just as potent as what had driven the drake to this madness in the first place, each tongueful of his salty seed sending fire through her nimble body, urging her to cater more to his need and care less about the increasing dangers of this odd coupling. Her stomach felt bloated with his precum, but that only drove Elena to crave more.

At last, the dragon seemed to find a pace with his thrusts that was not quite so reckless, and the petite Princess sighed in relief as the cracks stopped spreading. The drake's claws continued to drag him into her bedroom, against her body again and again. Oh, the pleasure -- she was wild with it, and he, too. She licked and sucked and squirmed against him, her arms and legs wrapped around the impressive, rigid girth, caressing the hard ridges beneath the dark skin. He was hot, the inner fire of the dragon increased here where there were no scales to spread out the heat.

She heard him, too -- the labored breaths as they rattled through his armored body, the rustling of his scales as he writhed atop her tower, and the growls that snarled under his breath each time she smacked her lips against his throbbing need. She could taste his rising pleasure, the dragon's seed growing thicker and whiter as he rammed himself into her home, as he used her body to satiate his carnal need.

Soon, Elena was drenched. Whether it was his need, hers, or a mingling of the two she wasn't sure, but the dragon's cock was soon coated in a slimy, clear layer that was likely a mixture of Elena's saliva as she tried to engage him and his own leaking desire. She clung to him, but the slickness made it so that he simply forced his way between her arms, stroking himself with her body until she felt his fattening length begin to pulse in a new way --

Elena felt the wave of cum as it stirred in the depths of his draconic knot and surged through his cock, spurting out without warning as he finally found his long-sought release. She cried out, shocked and delighted as the cum coated her. She licked up what she could, but it was impossible to catch all of the massive climax, and soon she was covered in thick, white cum.

Then, just as suddenly as he had arrived, Jaarel left her. He withdrew his softening member from the window and the princess's embrace, leaving Elena lying in a pool of early-morning sunlight, as weak and frail as she herself felt.

Disappointment filled her, sudden and biting. Somehow, the abandonment of the dragon post-climax felt far sharper than even the abandonment she had felt when she had watched her father's carriage ride away, leaving her to her exile and her fate at the hands of the dragon. Now that she had discovered the dragon's true desires, she felt amiss. Had he found her wanting?

A spray of dust landing on her nude, cum-covered body made the blonde princess look up, puzzled.

A hole had appeared in her ceiling and, as she watched, it appeared to be growing larger. The princess found herself unable to look away as she saw something begin to work at the edges of the hole, and she was stunned to realize that it was Jaarel who was creating the hole. "Jaarel!" she gasped, startled. "Stop it! You'll destroy my tower!" And then what? She would be trapped in the lower parts of her castle as exile? Forced to sleep in the kitchens and great halls, rather than her tallest tower? How un-romantic!

But Jaarel didn't stop -- he didn't even slow down. If anything, he sped up his dismembering of the tower. She sat up, forced to watch the cobalt-scaled dragon as he carefully removed her ceiling piece by piece, pulling bricks back and tossing them aside. Occasionally dust would scatter into her room, but the more she watched, the more certain she was that the dragon had chosen his angle very deliberately -- very little debris was falling into her bedroom, and almost none landed atop her.

Soon, sunlight pierced the tower, even more than what her window had offered, and she thought she saw the splash of a pale sky behind the blue-scaled limb that occasionally delved into her home. At one point the arm of the dragon disappeared, briefly replaced by a brilliant blue eye, glimmering with the jeweled intensity of a sapphire. She caught her breath, startled -- had he ever looked at her so closely before? He stared at her, unblinking, and she saw a fire kindling within that gaze that she was sure hadn't yet been sated.

Excitement bubbled inside of her, and the dragon returned to his methodical dismantling of the tower -- soon, it was all but gone, and she found herself staring into the face of her keeper for the very first time.

Jaarel was a dragon, of that there was no doubt -- a mature dragon, one who had been alive for many more years than her, and one who was entirely capable of devouring her with a single bite. He was large enough that she didn't even try to flee as he lowered his massive head through the hole he had created in the ceiling, didn't even fight as his maw opened and his long, black tongue slipped out, forked at the end like a snake's.

Elena's eyes snapped shut, and she prayed that her death would be quick when he ate her -- no digesting alive, please.

His tongue wrapped around her nude body, entwining her waist and lifting her from her prison, freeing her at long last -- at what cost, though? Elena cried out as she was drawn from the tower and into the dragon's toothy maw, fearing this was the end. But, no. Jaarel did not wriggle his tongue and drop her into his gullet as he easily could have -- instead, Elena was trapped in darkness for only a moment, then was deposited rather ungenteel-y onto the grassy earth far, far below her prison.

She sat, stunned. The dragon's tongue had cleaned the worst of the mess from her body, and she thought she saw a smirk quirking his reptilian lips as he finally looked down at her.

:Not bad, little one,: she heard, like a drifting thought passing through her mind, though one that was alien and fierce and possessive all at once, :for a human, at least.: She shuddered, her eyes shutting as the thought rattled around her brain -- so, he could speak! He had simply chosen not to with her. The thought was a bitter one, and Elena tried to soothe her stinging pride rationally. He was a dragon, not her steward, and that he was talking to her at all was something her books had noted was an exceptional occurrence.

Dragons and humans rarely held conversations with one another, after all. More often than not, their meetings resulted in blood, fire, and death.

"Why have you let me go?" Elena asked, softly. Was it payment for what she had done for him? She was still naked, and a chill stole over her, her body wet from his tongue and sticky from the lingering cum.

The voice that drifted across her thoughts was amused, :I destroyed your home; it would be unkind of me to leave you stuck in it.:

She looked up at the tower, and she was startled to see that he was right. While the inside of the tower had revealed little damage, the outside was a different story. The window that he had forced himself through was crumbling inward, and it would not take a very strong storm to push the walls down the rest of the way. The dragon's thrusts while seeking her pleasure had indeed destroyed her home.