Deep in the dragon's den- closed

[BurningMonkey]

Oh, she knew her way around sucking a cock, that was for sure! The way she licked and teased the head was exquisite, but when she plunged it into her throat...

"Fuck! Ah...Oh, that's...that's gooood...oh, shit! Yeah, just like that..." He let his head roll back and closed his eyes, savoring the wonderful feelings that were washing like waves through his body, originating in the sensitive skin of his shaft and head and rolling outward to his toes and fingertips and top of his head. He placed his hands on her head, not to force, but just to rest them...

After a few minutes of this he drew her up onto her feet again. "Why should you have all the fun?" he asked as he scooped her up and carried her over to the ledge on which he'd been sleeping. Depositing her on his cloak that still lay there, he lay down on his back and pulled her over on top, head facing feet.

"Now, continue..." he said, and plunged his face into her sweet snatch, licking and sucking...

 

[Artemidorus]

The way he handled her, firm but delicate, doing what he wanted with her body yet not hurting her. It was something that made her practically melt. As remorse as she was that he took his member from her wanting mouth, her back arched and she cried out when he laid her down on the soft fabric and buried his lips into hers.

She licked up his pole, the new position giving her the perfect angle. She flicked her tongue across the top, the mouth all along the side, rubbing her lips and her tongue all along his shaft. She wanted to take her time, milk the climax from him, but his mouth on her sex was warm and she couldn't keep it slow. Her hips ground against him even as she tried not to, giving him just enough time to breath.

She plunged him deep into her mouth, sucking off and diving back down, swirling her tongue with each suck and softly stroking his balls and other sensitive spots with both hands.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Her lips and tongue on his pole was like liquid fire, especially on the outstroke where she dragged her tightened lips across the ridge of the helmet just before plunging forward to engulf it in warm wetness, while her fingers tickling his balls sent little electric sparks shooting in all directions.

And he was busy himself, lapping and licking and sucking her engorged lips and clit, drawing that little bliss-button between his lips and rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth across just the tip of it. She was grinding and pushing back, almost smothering him, but he didn't care; her mounting excitement spurred him to new heights himself.

He Reformed his tongue until it was long, thick, and muscular, flexible as no human tongue could achieve; he plunged it deep into her woman-cave, stroking and licking up her delicious joy-juice, rubbing it hard against the wrinkled patch of her G-spot, running it in strong circles all around the inside walls, reaching deep enough to tickle her cervix with the delicately forked tip. She gasped when he did that, and he withdrew it long enough to ask, "You like that, do you?" before licking all around her clit and labia before plunging back inside again. He brought his thumb into contact, running it in firm, rapid circles around and across her clit while he worked the inside.

All the while he could feel her efforts being rewarded by his rising orgasm, pooling thick like oil in the pit of his stomach and collecting in his ball sack--it wouldn't be long before he would be gushing copious spurts of thick, creamy dragon-cum, the force and quantity of which would probably shock her--or at least it had every other human female he'd ever been with, and this would probably be no different.

He wanted to hold off long enough to push her over the edge one more time again; after that, he would surrender and let go...

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris gasped and pulled up, arching her back and leaning into him as she let out a violent moan. She had no idea what was-

He was a dragon! His dragon tongue was- was- "Ahhh-Ah-" Maris moaned, as his warm length filled her. "AH!" the fork flicked further into places never touched before.

Then he moved on, expertly finding her G-spot. He pulled back to ask her if she liked it.

"Yes- yes- oh! I like that! More!"

He was in again, this time his thumb joining in to run her clit while his long slick tongue fucked her. As soon as that fork hit her gspot once more, she was losing out, her body going lax as she cried out and came hard.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Ah, yes! When she cried out and collapsed quivering onto his legs, he knew he'd succeeded in his purpose. He Reformed his tongue into human shape again and simply lay, softly stroking her cheeks and cupping her sex in his mouth--not moving anything, just holding it while she came down from that high.

When her shuddering and shivering had subsided and she was breathing somewhat normally, he withdrew his mouth from her and said, "Now it's my turn. Carry on with what you were doing," bucking his hips a little to indicate that she should resume sucking his knob and tube.

 

[Artemidorus]

"Of course." she smiled, gentley tasting his head with the soft bottom of her tongue. "Mm." she hummed, taking him into her mouth, sucking him down and begining a steady pull, her lips tight around his girth and the suction tight. She started slow, but faster and faster she went and soon she had a good rhythm going, using her hands to keep pressure when her mouth pulled back to focus on the head.

 

[BurningMonkey]

His arousal, which had damped somewhat as he waited out her orgasm, came rushing back with a vengeance. "Oh!! OH, yeah!! Oh, baby...yeah, just like that! Just like that!...mmmmmm...." His encouragements degenerated quickly from words into inarticulate grunts, the best he could manage under the influence of her talented tongue, lips, and hands.

He clutched the cloak in two great handfuls and squeezed for all his worth. Gods, but she was go...oo..ood! Streaks of pleasure were shooting along his skin from where she touched, her mouth working magic on his taut knob and engorged shaft, sliding, sucking, slipping, with just the right amount of pressure applied at just the right time.

Suddenly he could feel himself tipping over the edge, and he just let it happen. The bomb that had been collecting in his groin and lower belly exploded into white-hot fire, shooting through his body like lightning bolts of ecstasy, flashing all his nerves to ash in an instantaneous coruscation of flame and heat. His muscles locked rigid, he couldn't breathe, except to gasp out one loud, "I'M CUMMINGGGG!!"

And then his cock erupted like Vesuvius, shooting cupfuls of dragon-cum into her mouth and down her throat, and it was warm; dragon-cum is not like man-cum. Heated by his internal furnace, it came out at about the same temperature as coffee that's just cool enough to drink without burning the lip.

And he just kept cumming, and cumming, filling her mouth until it spilled down the sides of his cock and puddled in his groin and the crack of his ass. He knew that if she hadn't had her mouth on it when it happened, it would have shot almost a foot into the air with each pump, and it kept on pumping until his ball-sack was entirely empty like an limp balloon.

Of course she sputtered and gagged and pulled away, still gripping his pole, with the result that the continuous spurts coated her face, her hair, her neck, her tits, her shoulders--anything that happened to be in the line of fire.

His skin flushed a deep red, and his surface temperature shot up by at least ten degrees until it was over, leaving him weak and shaking with the force of it.

When he was spent and his skin had returned to normal, he weakly raised his head and hugged her body to his tightly with shaking hands. "Oh, sweet Gods, baby...that was amazing..."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris swallowed the first spray, but the second had her gag and the third forced her off. The rest of his cum soaked, warming her skin as the load she swallowed warmed her throat. "Oh-" she cried in shock, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant. What if- what if all that exploaded inside of her? That hot abundant spunk, filling her?

She collapsed, chuckling. "Oh lord yes. That was quite amazing." she turned and laid her head on his chest, gently stroking his stomach with her fingertips, swirling them around as if drawing an intricate design. Her breathing calmed a bit, but her heart did not.

"The best sex of my life and you didn't even penetrate me." she mumbled with a laugh.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He laughed and Reformed his tongue briefly, just long enough to shoot it out to flick the tip of her nose with the forked end. "Well, technically, I did penetrate you," he said as he Reformed it back. "I just didn't do it with my cock. Maybe I should have, but I was enjoying your oral skills too much."

He picked at some of the rapidly-cooling, viscous goo in her hair. "I made a mess of you, didn't I? I guess I should have warned you, but I was...uh...caught up in the moment." He shifted her off his chest and stood. "Come on; there's a spring and a pool in the back of the cave where you can clean up a bit." Taking her by the hand, he said over his shoulder, "But stay naked; I like looking at you naked. I like how your tits jiggle when you move."

He led her deeper in, where a medium sized pool of still water lay in the gloom. "The water drains out somewhere underneath; I've never looked for it. There's a flat spot over there where you can sit and hang your legs in the water, but I have to warn you, it's cold."

As she began her ablutions, he leaned his back against the opposite wall and watched. "And now maybe you can tell me all about how a young sheltered noble woman learned to give superior head like that. I have to say that was one of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten, and I've had more than a few."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris followed him to the pools without protest, her face plastered with a smile in her post orgasm bliss. "I guess techinically you do. Thats some tongue you have."

She stuck a toe in the clear pool and shivered. "Surely you could breath fire and warm this up." she teased. However, it wasn't too bad, and she waded in up to her waist. She bent over to stick her head in and ruffle her hair, her ass in perfect veiw for him. She smirked to herself.

After she was pleased that the cum was out of her hair, she turned to him. "Bribery is large in politics. And nothing is more appealing than sex. My father mad me feel that it was my duty to help him woth his politics. I soon learned that if I used my mouth I didn't have to use anything else. And if I was good, well, it was over with faster."

 

[BurningMonkey]

He looked at her in disbelief. "Let me get this straight: your own father pimped you out to further his political agenda?" He shook his head in bafflement. "You humans are always surprising me, even after all this time..." Despite her statement of dislike for the whole arrangement, however, he suspected she actually enjoyed sucking cock; no one could become that good at something they hated doing. She certainly hadn't seemed at all reluctant to suck his, in any case.

She seemed to be finished with her washing up, so he stood. He had enjoyed the nice long look she'd given him of that curvy, firm ass. I'll have to tap that before very much longer, he thought. But not right now.

He stretched. "Well, now I have a dilemma," he said as they started towards the mouth of the cave again. "My first thought was to hold you to ransom, get a pile of gold in return. We dragons like gold. We don't use it for anything, of course; we don't need to. We hunt for our food, and we can control our body temperature so we don't feel the cold, so we don't need clothes. But it's shiny, and pretty, and nice to look at."

"But now," he continued as they settled on the ledge where he'd slept and they'd had sex, "I'm not so sure. Maybe your parents won't want to pay. Then again, maybe the will, if only to get a valuable diplomatic piece back. Of course that would mean you'd have to marry and who knows? maybe suck some cocks for your husband..."

"On the other hand, I could just keep you for myself. You're pretty, and nice to look at, especially when you're naked like you are now, and I do love a good blowjob."

"So what do you think? Should I keep you or send you back?"

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris scooped up water and dumped it over her chest. "Hm... Why not both?" She sat next to him and began to ring out her hair. "Demand the ransom, take the gold and the girl." she stretched. "They want me back. They want me to marry and expand their fortune. But I'd much rather stay with you." she put her hand on his leg. "You're handsome and strong and powerful. You take what you want instead of getting it fed to you by a silver spoon."

She looked up at him, a smirk and a sparkle in her eyes. "You're more than capable of getting both. We could go to the castle, demand your reward, and that night you can come back for me."

 

[BurningMonkey]

(OOC: Sorry about the long post, but it just sorta all came out. lol. )

“Don’t be so dismissive about spoon-feeding,” he said. “I’ve had a few very nice instances of spoon-feeding in my life, and having to take everything you want can sometimes be a pain…”

He looked at her, a playful smile dancing on his mouth. “Hmm…Handsome, am I? Strong? Powerful? I like the sound of all that. Later you can list all my other sterling qualities, the which I’m sure I have many. I won’t mind a bit. And it shouldn’t be difficult for one as experienced as you in the art of…uh,” he traced one finger lightly across her lips, “diplomacy.”

He leaned back again and played idly with her wet hair, running his fingers lightly across her back as he spoke. “As for the other…I don’t know. It’s one thing to ransom a princess; that’s sorta traditional, and people tend to hold to the agreement. Oh, they wail and whine and wring their hands about how outrageous it all is, but they more or less accept that just how things are.

“Taking the gold but keeping the princess? That tends to piss them off no end, and then they send armies after you, with lots of shiny, sharp, pointy things in their hands. Don’t get me wrong: I can fight when I have to, and one-on-one I’m confident I can beat any human, no matter how strong or skilled they might be. But mostly I survive by avoiding notice. That’s why I stay in this human form most of the time, and try to confine my predations to deer and sheep and cows away from major population centers.

“There aren’t many dragons left, you know, and it’s because a lot of them can’t curb their naturally avaricious and pugnacious natures. There are old dragons, and bold dragons, but there are no old, bold dragons around that I know about. It’s much easier to stay out of trouble than it is to get out of trouble.

“And as for coming back at night after the swap is made and taking you away again…well, same thing. You’ll be in a castle, with lots of soldiers and ‘knights’,” he snorted with contempt at the word, “hanging around, and I don’t know if I’m up to that sort of battle. An old, wise dragon once told me, ‘I didn’t know how many of them it would have taken to beat me, but I knew how many they planned to use, and so I decided against it.’ I took that to heart, and have tried to live by it ever since.”

He glanced at her sidelong. “I’m sorry if I didn’t turn out to be the Big Bad Dragon of your dreams. I don’t know what you were expecting, really, but things are as they are, and reality seldom matches up to our imaginings. You’ll learn, as most of us have, that the key to avoiding disappointment is to lower your expectations. That way you can be pleasantly surprised once in a while.”

He rose. “But I’m forgetting my manners. I ate a few days ago, so I’m good, but I think you must be hungry by now. Why don’t you fetch your horse and supplies up here? We can talk about it more after you’ve eaten and we fuck.”

 

[Artemidorus]

"Lower my expectations? You have by far exceeded the dragon of my dreams. The dragon of my dreams never truly existed." She laughed. "I didn't even think I'd find a dragon, let alone such a magnificent one. And I captured him." She leaned towards him, her hand on his chest. "Who's ever heard of a princess capturing a dragon? I guess I'm just that impressive." She teased.

She sobered up though, going quite for a moment. "If that's the life you want though, a life away from knights and soldiers, it's not so wise for me to stay. They will come after me. They might find us. And then- well I don't want anything to happen to you. And I don't want to go back."

He was right about food though, and her musing was interrupted by her stomach. "I suppose I should fetch my things."

Maria put on her cloak and descended down the cliff side. A few minutes later she climbed back up, leading her horse carefully up the steep side. She tied the horse up and took off its saddle and bags, fetching some bread for her to eat.

She sat down and nibbled on the loaf, gazing at her dragon with a small smile.

 

[BurningMonkey]

"You captured me, did you? Well, well...most impressive, indeed!" he laughed.

He sat and watched her as she ate, noting how she gazed back at him. "You do realize that your going or staying isn't really up to you at all. You're my captive, my prisoner, to do with as I like. If I decide to keep you, then that's what will happen. Done, and done.

"Besides, they're already looking for you, have been for a few weeks, now. Otherwise how could I have known who you were? But they're in small groups, twos or threes, because they have to cast a wide net. They have no idea where you've gone, and the thought of a delicate flower such as yourself wandering off alone into the wilderness is simply outside their comprehension. They're looking for your body, mostly; they expected you to turn up in one or another estate somewhere, and when you didn't, they assume now that you've been waylaid by bandits or such.

"I'm capable of dealing with whoever stumbles upon us by accident, and if not--well, I have a keen sense of smell, and the wind as you'll notice blows into the cave. We're downwind of anyone approaching, so I'll know about them well before they get here. I've slipped away a few times in the past from local gangs of toughs who were bent on robbing the eccentric hermit in the cave. They look around, find nothing, and leave. I expect any search party will do the same.

"So I'm not worried on that score. And besides, this isn't the only hideaway I have. There are several others. It's just by chance I happened to be here when you stumbled by and, um, 'captured' me." He grinned. "Princess Maris, The Dragon Hunter! It has a nice, heroic ring to it, doesn't it? Some troubadour somewhere could make a nice, long, saga about it. That is, he could if it were true, which it's not, seeing as I captured you..."

She had finished the loaf, so he stood, and walked over towards her. He was already half-erect, having been thinking about fucking her for last few minutes. "Now it's time for the penetration, Captive. See what you can do about finishing getting this stiff, will you? There's a good girl..."

 

[Artemidorus]

He walked over, towering over the sitting princess, his growing cock face level. She kissed it softly and gently, covering it in small pecks with her soft lips, and occasionally warm wet licks. "Oh, but I am; Maris the dragon hunter. I may not have captured you, but I set out to find you, and find you I did. Isn't that enough to make me a dragon hunter?" Her warm lips trailed down to his head, stroking it softly across her soft pink skin, precum wetting them as she flicked her tongue out to collect his drippings.

"You keep calling me these things; prisoner, captive; but wouldn't you rather me want to stay? And do those things still apply if I do want to stay?" She looked up at him. "Am I really a slave if I chose you as my master?" She moved her mouth down to lick his balls, her mouth warm as she used her hand to rub him into firm hardness. "Is this my prison-" she licked slowly along his shaft "if I want it to be my home?"

She sat back in her knees and looked up at him. "What's your name? You never told me."

 

[BurningMonkey]

She worked her mouth-magic once again, and his tool was now hard as a brick. She sat back on her heals. What's your name? You never told me.

He reached down and grabbed her shoulders, drawing her up to her feet, and spun her around. He wrapped one arm tight around her waist, pulling that superb ass against his warm erection, taking a moment to savor the feel of her cool smooth skin against his hot throbbing member. With the other hand he began squeezing and fondling and playing with her breasts, bending his head to trace kisses and licks across the velvety skin along her shoulders, up her neck to just below the ear, then back down.

"My name?" he husked breathily, giving her a little nip, dragging his human teeth across her sweet flesh. "My dragon name would be unpronounceable to you. My name when I go among men is Grimnir. But you can call me whatever you like."

"And I haven't decided, yet, whether I'll let you stay," he continued, pushing his hips against her from behind as the arm that encircled her waist dropped lower, grazing the top of her sex, playing in the trimmed curls just above her clit. "Maybe this will help me make up my mind..." And his finger found it, slick and ready. He peeled back the hood gently and began to rub...

 

[Artemidorus]

"Ah!" She cried out, her eyes squealed shut, her hands flat against the cave wall in front of her. His teeth on her skin, his hot rod against her cold ass- it was almost too much. She was bent a tad infront of him, giving him the perfect angle to grind against her while playing with her breasts, and when his hand found her sensitive spot- "oh- oh- yes!"

"Mm- then what shall I call you- oh-" she panted. "My lord-? My liege-? Master-?" She said, each word a grunted moan from his handlings.

"Oh- oh- I want to cum from you this time. I want to cum around your dick and I want you to cum inside me- please-"

 

[BurningMonkey]

"Well, let's keep it simple, shall we?" he whispered in her ear. "For now, just call me lover..."

He bent her forward a little more, taking her hip in one hand and the base of his taut cock in the other; he pushed it back and forth against her lips, up and back, up and back, parting her lips slightly, getting the purple knob-head well coated and slick with her juices.

After a few minutes of this, he pushed it in and found her entrance, poising there for just a moment. "Are you ready, Princess?" he said softly, and pushed...

It was slow; she was so tight that he had to take it in stages, pushing in, then pulling back. He could swear he felt her vaginal walls rippling as they adjusted to this slow invasion. Little by little they relaxed and he pushed in farther. At last his balls were resting against her camel-toe. He just stood there for moments, reveling in the feel of her tight warm flesh around his, then he began a slow thrusting, pulling out until only the tip was buried, then ramming it forward in a rush to fill her belly.

Gradually he increased his pace, pumping faster and harder until he was pistoning in and out of her like a jackhammer. He grabbed her shoulder with one hand, tangled his other hand in her hair to give himself better leverage, and pummeled her cunt like a miscreant facing the lash.

"Ahhhh! Ohhhh, baby girl, that's so good..." he groaned as he thrust in and out. His head went back, and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. "Sooooo gooooood..."

 

[Artemidorus]

She was so close, amd that teasing head- oh it felt oh so good. She could stand there for hours, reveling in the feeling of his rod soaking up her juices, rubbing and pleasing. But she didn't want to, not tonight, and she didn't have to.

"Are you ready, princess?" he asked her.

"Yes lover, yes. Please- ah-" she choked out a moan. He was lined up and she wanted to push back but she wouldn't. No. He was calling the shots. For once.

He slid in slowly, and soon Maris was gasping "Ah- ah- yes- ohhhh-" he was filling her and stretching her, little by little. She could feel him deep in her, firm and warm, warmer than a normal man.

Then the slow speed sped up, up and up and she could barely hold on. She moaned and grunted with each thrust. "Oh yes, fuck yes, take me- oh-" he felt so good in her and she rocked her hips back to meet his thrusts.

 

[BurningMonkey]

She was not just a passive bystander; she pushed back with each thrust, meeting his rhythm. But as wonderful as this was, he had other things in mind as well.

He slowed, first letting go of her hair, then slowed more, finally stopping and pulling out. "Come here..." He moved her over to the ledge and onto the cloak on her back, then climbed up himself to straddle one thigh. Lifting the other into the air and hooking it around his waist, he slid forward until he was fully encased in her again. He started moving again, just rocking his hips and moving in and out slightly.

"This is called 'scissors', and it's one of my favorite positions," he said. "I can watch your face this way, and I'm free to play with this," and he cupped one of her rounded breasts, "and this..." He reached down with his free hand and started rubbing her clit again next to where his stiff rod moved in and out of her love canal.

 

[Artemidorus]

"No-" he was slowing down and pulling out, did she do something wrong?

But he moved her to the ground, staddling her thigh and wrapping her other leg around him and plunging back in. "Oh- yes!" she cried out, her hands plunging up into her hair, her fingers lacing against her scalp as his burning hot rod filled her again. "Yes- yes- yes-" she panted with each thrust, moving her body with his to make the thrusts longer and faster.

She panted as an orgasm built up, his girth slaming her g spot ona his finger on her clit. "Ah- ah- ah- I'm cumming!"

 

[BurningMonkey]

He watched in pleasure as her excitement mounted. He loved watching a woman cum, and he was about to see it...

He continued thrusting, matching his timing and depth to hers, letting her set the pace. And he continued to circle, and pinch, and drub that glistening, soft little pearl at the top of her pussy. His own arousal, though considerable now, was under control. He could do this for hours, if called for. Usually, though, he released his hold after two or three of her spasms and surrendered himself.

"That's a good girl," he crooned softly. "Cum for Lover..."

 

[Artemidorus]

He even asked for it, pinching and rubbing and- her lower lips clamped down on him, tight and milking him. "Oh fuck, my lover- oh- yes-" she hoped he decided to keep her, she hoped she could do this every day. She hoped he did this to her every day.

"Oh- god- mmmmm." she moaned hard, her face twisting, her mouth open in a long pant.

"Mmm- mmm- mmmmore-" she cried out. "Oh more- more- again-.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Oh, yes, that's what he had been waiting for, that rictus of ecstasy that writhed across her face, the tightening of every muscle in her body, the involuntary pointing of the toes. Beautiful, so beautiful...

He slowed again, and bent down to kiss her breast, her shoulder; he'd have kissed her face had he been able to reach it. "That was wonderful, Princess. But now..."

He withdrew again and laid down himself, rolling her over on top of him. "I think it's your turn to do some of the work." He smiled. "Ride me, Princess, ride me like a horse. I surrender it all to you, now; it's all under your control: the depth, the pace, the angle...all yours."