Deep in the dragon's den- closed

[Artemidorus]

She obly had a moment to catch her breath before he rolled under her. She smiled wide, positioning herself so she was on her knees over his cock, her legs on either side of him as he sloly slid in. She sat up high and started a slow pull, moving up and down on his pole. "Ah- ah-" it took her a moment to adjust to this new depth.

"Ah- ah- oh mmm." her sharp expression eazed into one of pleasure. She pulled her hands up and buried them into hair, pulling and twisting her body ontop of him as she began to fuck herself onto him, pulling up and sliding down till he was balls deel into her and then grinding even further.

She moved her hands down to grip her breasts, pulling at her own nipples as she threw her head back. She began to speed up, really ramming down on him, and just when the pace became insane she slowed.

She smiled at him, dropping down till her hands were on either side of him, holding herself up. She slid down, sliding her pussy into his cock as it pointed towards his face. Once it was in she started a rapid pace, the position giving her the ability to slid him in and out very fast. She put her lips to work, kissing his neck and shoulder and ear. "Lover. I will worship you every day, if you wish- ah- ah" she panted as she rode him and whispered to him.

"I will service every inch of your body, but because I want to. Mmm." he was so warm inside her. "Please- let me engross myself with youm let me make you my world."

 

[BurningMonkey]

It was wonderful, the abandon with which she rode him, grinding, sliding, moving from side to side, pinching her own nipples, her eyes closed in pleasure... It was more than he had expected, and despite himself he found himself bucking his hips upwards to meet her riding. So good, sooo good...

He groaned and closed his eyes, arching his neck, every ounce of his concentration on the delicious sensations she was drawing from his throbbing cock. She leaned down to slide back and forth, her breasts brushing his chest, kissing his neck, sliding him in and out, faster, still faster...

He didn't know where or when she had learned all this, or whether it was just natural talent and instinct, but he didn't care--this was a marvelous, magical playground, and it was all his to play with. He reached up one hand, took a firm grip in her hair at the back of her head, locked his eyes on hers, and said through gritted teeth, "Fuck the gold! You're mine!" and he pulled her face down to his and kissed her, fiercely.

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris kissed him back with a moan, sliding her tongue along his lips. She was working him with her cunt but when he started to buck back against her-

"Ah-!" she cried out, as he rammed into her g spot. He had brushed it before, pressed against it, but in this position he was ramming straight into it. She felt a sweet sweet build up, nothing like the previous orgasm. This was intense, buolding up almost painfully.

She started ramming against him furiously, shaking her hips back and forth to slid him kn and out faster than even before, into her g spot over and over again. She felt like she was going to burst. She needed to cum.

"Ah- ah- ah- oh lover I'm- I'm- almost- ah- ah-"

 

[BurningMonkey]

He didn't know what spot or rhythm she'd found that was affecting her, but she was liking it. A lot.

He'd learned long ago that when a woman was "in the zone" and getting close, the last thing she wanted the man to do was change anything--his position, his pace, his angle, anything at all. She would drive herself to the cliff and throw herself off without any help from him, other than providing the hard dick for her to ride.

So he held where he was holding, moved as he had been moving, and waited for the sunburst...

 

[Artemidorus]

He kept his bucking, bringing her all the way yo ectasy.

"Ha- ah- ah-" Maris moaned "so close- so- so- ahhhhh!" she moaned completely as the light tickling feeling exploded all through her. "l- lover yes! Oh yes!" she fell against him, panting. "Ah!" she moaned as it rocked through her again. "Ohh- ah-" it traveled up to her heart, making her heart skip a beat and down through her legs, curling her toes. "Ohh- ohhhhhh" she moaned as she laid on top of him and let it rock through her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He felt her orgasm as a sudden rippling and clenching of her pussy-walls around his cock, and as she collapsed onto his chest he decided he'd waited long enough, held off long enough...and he thrust upwards into her, short and sharp: one, two, three...then simply let go.

It started like a boulder dislodged from his chest, rapidly gaining speed and momentum as it raced down through his chest, his belly, and when it reached his balls--BOOM!

White-out. His vision blanked, and he convulsively clenched her to his chest as he gave one last short push and then held it there as fire coruscated along all his nerve endings, fast as a flash flood in the mountains. He felt himself pulsing, pulsing, pumping stream after stream of warm cum deep in her belly, filling her until it began leaking out around his shaft. His skin flushed red again, and rose several degrees in temp, and then it was past.

He released her, suddenly weak and shaky, but didn't move his hands away, instead running them smoothly and gently up and down her back. He kissed her, tenderly this time, on the cheek, neck, shoulder, wherever he could reach without moving his head too much.

"I guess you were right after all," he whispered close by her ear. "I guess you did capture the dragon..."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris became a whimpering mess. The warm hot fire that filled her and pressed into her feltnso good that it dragged he orgasm on and on, she moaned against him softly. It was almost too much. Too much. She fell against him and let him kissed her as she caught her breath.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." she smiled.

 

[BurningMonkey]

They lay quietly in the afterglow, their breathing subsiding. He idly ran his hands gently over the skin of her back, flanks, hips, shoulders. His once-turgid member softened and shrank, and more of his cum flowed out, running over his nutsack, cooling in the crack of his ass and pooling, he knew, on the cloak under him. Finally it was small enough and soft enough that she moved a little and it popped out all by itself, the sudden cool air noticeable after its warm cocoon.

He stirred. "I guess we've made another mess," he said ruefully. "We'll have to wash up again." He kissed her and indicated that she should move off of him, though he regretted the loss of her warmth and weight.

He sat upright and swung his legs over, standing. Looking down on her, he felt an unaccustomed wave of tenderness wash over him. It had been long and long since he had had a woman like this... "Come on," he said, holding out his hand. "I can warm the water up for both of us."

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris smiled. He was being so kind to her, and the blissful state of post orgasm ecstasy had her floating.

"I take back what I said earlier- THAT was the best sex of my life." she smiled, biting her lip playfully. She followed him to the pools. "A warm bath sounds like heaven."

 

[BurningMonkey]

"The best of your life, eh?" he asked, grinning. "Well, we'll have to see if we can beat that record sometime..."

He brought the cloak with them. "Need to clean it; can't go into town with a huge cum-stain. People will talk," he joked.

"Breathing fire would require me to Reform completely; human throats are just not built for that sort of action," he explained. "But you may have noticed how my skin temp spikes when I cum? That's an involuntary reaction. But I can do it voluntarily, though it takes some effort and I don't know how much energy you've left me after that session. But let's see what I can do... You should stand back, now."

He waded waist deep into the pool and stood still. Within a second or two his skin began to flush and grow darker. As the moments passed, it grew redder and brighter and redder and brighter, and a weak light grew and suffused the chamber, the glow off his skin.

Brighter and brighter he shone, until his body looked like a piece of iron in a smith's forge, red and glowing, and a slow bubbling churn began to trouble the water around him. Wisps of steam began to rise from it in his vicinity, growing thicker and obscuring his body as the roiling water grew more and more agitated.

Finally after some minutes he began to fade and the boiling and bubbling diminished, eventually disappearing, as did the steam. He bent to the run his hands through the water. "Tepid. I'm afraid that's the best I can do at the moment. You really drained me."

He motioned for her to come join him. "Come here; I'll wash your back."

 

[Artemidorus]

"I have noticed your skin gets warm before you cum. Don't strain yourself, love." she said, her brow furrowing as he lit up the room amd the water.

"Tepid is much better than freezing." she joked, wading in towards him and turning so that he could wash her back. Her plump rear just brushing his crotch.

"You said going into town? What for?" her face flushed with excitement at traveling on his arm, showing off her new love. Even if people couldn't know she was the princess, they could know she was a beautiful lady with a handsome man.

 

[BurningMonkey]

She really didn't need washing, only rinsing, but he loved running his hands over her skin, up and down her back and across her shoulders and down her hips. The feel of his cock rubbing against her curvy ass was quite pleasant, too.

He stepped up close behind her and reached around to cup her round, heavy tits in his hands as he lowered his face to nuzzle and kiss along her shoulder.

"I go into town every now and then to hear the local gossip. You know, things like, "There's a dragon running loose, somebody should do something," or, "Our princess is missing...you know, that sort of stuff. I buy some stuff while I'm there, and maybe get a drink at the inn, and folks just think I'm an eccentric crank hermit who lives alone up in the hills and doesn't talk to anyone much."

"Usually I just throw what I've bought away. I don't really need it, it's just part of my cover story. If you're going to be staying here, however, we'll have to make a list and I'll have to make my trips in more regular. Unless you can eat raw mutton, that is."

"Why do you ask?"

 

[Artemidorus]

"Simply curious. Mmm." She moaned, as he played with her chest, kissing and teasing her. She rocked her hips, grinding her ass against him. "Mm, love." She said, her, ass giving one more rub as she darted around, slipping behind him. "Your turn." She chirped.

She slid her hands up his back, over his shoulders in a firm rub. She pressed her palms in, moving her thumbs in slow circles and rubbing him gently, but firm. Her breasts pressed against her back, her hands trailing down, just lightly brushing him with her finger tips. She massaged above his hips, then grazed her hands to his stomach, leaning in and resting her head on his shoulder, her face next to his.

"I don't think I could eat sheep everyday, no." She answered him, her hands exploiring his chest. "I do think I could use a drink." She grinned.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He relaxed, enjoying the kneading of his skin, and the feel of her milk-pillows pressing against his back when she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'll have to bring you some wine or ale back, Princess. But I can't let you go into town--a lovely young woman accompanying me would cause talk, and talk raises suspicions, and suspicions bring big, tough men with sharp, pointy weapons to investigate."

He turned and took her in his arms, resting his hands on the small of her back and looking down into her face intently. "I know you'll get lonely here with me, alone; it's happened before. And truth to tell, that's why dragons kidnap princesses--we get lonely sometimes, too. And we have needs..." he briefly moved his hand around to cup her sex, just for a moment, "and there aren't any female dragons left, at least not in this part of the world.

"There used to be one that I remember. She would go out and capture a prince every now and then for her needs, but she didn't keep them long--female dragons sexual appetites are notoriously voracious, and after a while she'd let them go when they were worn out and down to a mere shadow of themselves. I haven't seen her about in years, though..."

"You might wonder why we concentrate on princes and princesses. The answer is simple: They smell better than the peasantry."

He waded back to the ledge to fetch the cloak. "Give me a hand with this, will you? I can rinse it by myself, but wringing it out is easier with two."

 

[Artemidorus]

She helped him rinse his cloak and wring it, pouting the whole time. She had been on her own for so long, a town sounded nice. But it was no big thing. "I needed to wash and brush Biramedes anyways. And I'll just unpack make myself comfy." she smiled unconvincingly. She reached up and hugged him, wrapping the cloak around him.

 

[BurningMonkey]

He could tell she was disappointed by what he'd told her, but it would be for the best if she just stayed out of sight. He didn't get to be as old as he was by taking unnecessary chances.

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "Thanks, Princess." The cloak was wet, and chilly, but he left it for her sake; he didn't want her to think that he didn't appreciate anything she did for him.

He moved over to another corner of the cave and picked up what appeared to be a pile of old rags. "My human clothes," he explained and carried them back tot the front, where he began to dress.

"I don't normally wear clothes, as you've seen, mostly because dragons don't feel the cold, and in part because if I have to Reform in a hurry it just rips them to shreds, and then I have to find new ones, which can be a drag. But people don't like it when someone walks naked except for a cloak into their town, It's not 'normal', and anything not normal gets everybody's attention, and attention is what I'm trying to avoid."

They were shabby, and somewhat dirty--the perfect couture for a crazy hermit that lived alone in a cave. "There!" he said, turning around. "How do I look? Dashing and handsome?" He knew he looked like a beggar, but he wanted to tease her out of her pout.

 

[Artemidorus]

"I have a feeling you'd look just about gorgeous in whatever you wear." She said, leaning in to kiss him one last time. "Go. You better hurry now. It's gonna be dark soon." She smiled. She wrapped her around around him in a hug, placing her chin to his chest so she could look up at him. "See you soon."

After he left, Maris led Biramedes to the pool. The horse neighed, happy to drink the water as she scooped some up to bathe and brush him. It was peaceful and freeing, doing as she wished, completely naked. It felt natural. She wondered what her and her love would do when he got back. She wondered what life would be like in a cave.

Her wondering was thrown aback when she heard footsteps behind her.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Rolf was tired, and sweaty. He'd spent the day combing the hills near that little shit-pile of a village, with no luck.

He figured that the princess couldn't have traveled very far without having been seen or noticed by someone, drew a mental circle on the map within X number of days travel from the castle, and had started looking in the most likely directions.

He wouldn't have bothered, really, except the king had offered a handsome reward for the princess or any news of her whereabouts, and Rolf liked gold. Gold meant good food, and wine, and lots of pussy--at least until it ran out, and then he'd go find some more. It was what he did; he was a bounty-hunter, and he was good at it.

He had just about given up for the day when he decided he might as well check over by the cave that the locals said was inhabited by some strange crank, a recluse that lived alone and was seen infrequently by the village folks. It wasn't likely that he would find anything, except maybe something to eat and some junk that kooks would collect, and if the crank objected...well, he had a good ax, and knew how to use it.

As he approached the mouth of the cave he saw little or nothing to give him hope. Hardly worth the bother. But as he was turning away he thought he heard a horse snort. What the...?

As he came nearer the entrance he thought he heard sporadic splashing noises, like someone was scooping water over something. And when he turned the corner and saw directly into the cave, he stopped for a moment, stunned. A naked woman, washing a horse. And a very good-looking naked, at that.

At 6'3" and 240 lbs, Rolf didn't feel he had anything to be cautious about normally; he was big enough to handle almost anything, and what he couldn't handle he was fast enough to escape. So he made no effort to move quietly as he entered the cave and approached the beauty from behind.

"Well, well," he said as she turned, startled. "What have we here?"

 

[Artemidorus]

Maris jumped. She had heard him coming but she was very naked. She tried to cover herself up with her hands but there was no hiding much. She coyld barely disguise her large chest with both hands, let alone for for the girls and one for her groin.

She grabbed a rock and threw it towards his face. "Get! Go away! Its rude to spy on a lady. Go!" she threw another, but there wasn't too many nearby. Biramedes wandered off, whinnying in distress.

He was a large man, more than big enough to over take him. Her only other option was to run, which she was backed in a corner and would have to get passed him. "Shit." she mumbled.

 

[BurningMonkey]

Rolf was amused. Her aim was terrible, and he didn't even bother to dodge the little rocks she was throwing. "Aw, sweetie," he drawled, hooking his thumbs in his belt. "Why are covering up that sweet body? You're beautiful. You should flaunt it, not hide it. Show it off, make all the girls jealous and all the guys hard when they look at you..."

She was looking around trying to formulate a plan of escape when he moved. For a big man he was quick, and two steps took him to her side; one hand grabbed a handful of her hair close to her head while the other caught one wrist and twisted it behind her back. "Easy, now, girl...you're making the horse nervous, and if he kicks me I'll do something nasty...to you. So just settle down, okay?"

He frog-marched her back towards the entrance of the cave, where he pulled a length of cord from his belt and quickly and expertly tied her hands behind her. "Now, just sit there quiet while I go fetch the horse. You can try running down that slope, but without your arms for balance you'll probably take a nasty spill and end up cracking your head open on a rock. So don't do anything stupid, okay?"

He went back and led the horse out into the main cave, then quickly gathered up whatever few supplies were lying about and stuffed them into the pack. He picked up her clothes where they lay in a heap and stuck them unceremoniously into one saddlebag. "You'll be needing these later; it gets cold up in these parts at night," he grinned. "But for now, I think I like you naked."

He led her to the horse and unceremoniously tossed her across the saddle face down. He quickly tied her feet together and, going around to the other side, grabbed one hand as with his knife he cut her wrist bonds. Before she could react he had that hand stretched under the horse and fastened to the line from her feet; the other hand quickly followed.

When he was satisfied she wouldn't slip off, he gathered the reins and started out of the cave and down the steep slope, picking his way with care in the rapidly gathering dark.

 

[Artemidorus]

It felt like it took him only moments to manhandle her. Maris groaned. "When Grim finds you theres gonna be a bloodbath." she snarled. She struggled against the ropes, testing them, but he knew ehat he was doing. She was secured tight, bare ass exposed for him to gaze at as she was slung over her horse.

"What do you want with me anyways? Huh? A simple nomad like me isn't going to be worth the hassle."

 

[BurningMonkey]

At the bottom of the slope he turned and smacked her ass cheek with his hand. "Grim, huh? I wonder if his abilities measure up to his name. From what I hear, he's just a kook hermit that lives alone. Shouldn't be that much of a problem."

"As for what I want with you? Well, let's see..."

He ticked the points off on his beefy fingers as he made them.
"Point: there's a princess missing, and she fits your general description, though they didn't mention anything about sweet round tits," and he reached out to squeeze one of hers.

"Point: I go looking in what's supposed to be a hermit's den and see a pretty young woman with a horse that looks well-fed and tended. And the clothes I picked off the floor are nicely-made and good material, not the sort of stuff you'd expect on a peasant girl."

"Point: The king has offered a big reward for the return of his princess."

"So," he finished, "I put all that together, and I reached a conclusion: You're the missing princess, you holed up in that cave thinking no one would find you, and when I turn you over to the king's men I get a big pile of money."

"[/I]That's[/I] what I want with you. And even if it turns out you're not the princess, I can still sell you to a whoremaster I know who doesn't ask too many questions about where I find my girls."

"Now," he said, drawing his knife, "If I cut you loose, will you sit astride the horse and come quietly and not give me any trouble? A naked girl slung over my saddle would cause me some embarrassing questions, ones that I don't feel like answering until I can get you to the king's men. Or I can leave you tied there and cut across country where no one will see us. Either way is fine with me. It's all up to you."

 

[Artemidorus]

She glared when he slapped her ass. "You're a pig. And you're as stupid as you are ugly." she crossed her arms. "Cause I'm no princess. And Grim's no hermit. You'll see." he fondled her breast and she spit at him.

She pondered his offer of untying her. If she refused, their trip would take longer through more dangerous territory. That left more room for Grim to find her. But untying her and taking her along? That gave her a chance to escape.

She feigned innocence. "I'l be good if you until me." she batted her eyelashes. "All though, you're wrong. Having me tied up would probably draw less attention. People are gonna stare at a beauty like me riding with- well- you." she smirked.

 

[BurningMonkey]

(OOC: I'm going to post Grim's "meanwhile-back-at-the-ranch" situation next, so don't respond immediately.)

The insults didn't bother him; he'd heard worse. Nor did the spitting; he liked women with a little fire. Huh, he thought. I might want to 'sample' this one before I turn her over...

But all that would have to wait for a minute. It was almost full dark, now, and too late to do any traveling. He led the horse into the woods on the other side of the little trail, working his way cautiously, finding his footing. He smiled to himself at the little shrieks and gasps coming from behind him as this branch or that twig smacked or scratched his captive. Served the bitch right for having such a bad attitude.

When he'd moved deep enough in that he thought no one passing along the trail would see them, he untied the cord that bound her wrists to her ankles under the horse's girth and untied the ankles from each other. Grabbing her hips he ungently pulled her off the horse onto her feet, letting her body rub down along his on the way. Seizing her bound wrists he pulled her over to a tree, forced her to sit, and tied the wrists to a convenient log.

"There, now. Sit there and be quiet while I see what you have to eat. If you're a good girl, I'll give you some, but if you scream, I'll gag you and you'll get nothing."

 

[BurningMonkey]

Grimnir was fuming. He'd come into town in his usual way, shuffling and muttering to himself, and been ignored as usual by the locals. "It's just the local weirdo..."

He wandered into the inn, ordered his usual pint, and sat in the corner pretending to be in his own little world. All the while his keen hearing was busy soaking up all the local gossip from the other tables, which didn't amount to much. Satisfied, he was just rising to leave, buy his supplies, and go back when a patrol of armed men entered through the door.

"The captain wants everyone here to stay here until he can interrogate each of you. King's orders. No one leaves. No exceptions," the man in charge announced to the room.

Amid the predictable protest and hubbub, Grim sat and thought. He could probably escape if he wanted to; there were only a few of them, and they didn't look like seasoned veterans, more like local levies feeling puffed-up and important to be on the king's business.

But if he forced his way through them, he couldn't return to this village, and probably stir up more trouble for himself as they would come looking for the eccentric hermit lunatic who'd attacked and overpowered three of the king's men. Kings didn't usually go for that sort of thing.

So he stayed where he was, fuming. Glancing out the window, he could see full dark coming on. Maris was back at the cave, alone, and he was stuck here. Who knew how long it would take for the captain to interview each and every one of the people sitting here? There must be upwards of two dozen, and he seemed to be taking his sweet time about each one...

She survived for weeks on her own before she met you, the voice in his mind told him. She'll be able to get by one night on her own. Still, he didn't like it.