Haley Thistle
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Iorgos the Dragon
🕑 Added 2022-04-09 19:00:03 +0000 UTC
You wake up, groaning as you lift yourself. Your head is throbbing and your vision is blurry for a few moments. The room comes into focus and you stare out across a cavern filled with gold and jewels and treasures beyond measure. Your breath catches in your throat and you remember what happened before you fell unconscious.
A dragon had attacked the castle, you were charged with protecting the princess and making sure she made it to the catacombs of the castle. But in her typical fashion, the princess refused and insisted she stay in her room with all her finery. She screamed and kicked, punching you several times when you told her that her chambers were not safe. She told you the catacombs were filthy and unfit for her, but you were more than welcome to go into the catacombs and stay, considering you were just a walking corpse to her anyways.
She made it to her room, locking you out and yelling insults at you until the ceiling caved in. After that you’re unsure what happened, you don’t know the fate of the castle or the princess but part of you is certain she was crushed to death. Then again, you were almost certain you were crushed as well. Instead, you find yourself placed in the center of the dragon’s hoard.
You’re placed on a bed of pillows and fine blankets, a luxury and comfort you’ve never known before, even in the castle. You would rather not know why you were here though and step out of the bed, sliding down a mountain of coins and into a bank of jewels. You crawl down, touching the cold floor when a low growl echoes around the cavern.
You gasp and turn, turning towards the entrance before digging through the piles to find a weapon of some sort you could use to defend yourself. Footsteps echo, coming closer and closer and you find a dagger in the gold, brandishing it out as the creature came around the corner.
“But that down,” it says, tilting its dark head towards you.
You don’t, you hold it out further and hold your breath as it comes closer. You stepback as it sits before you and lowers itself down so it comes face to face with you. He breathes, a small puff of fire melting the dagger’s edge. You scream and drop it, holding your hand to your chest.
“I didn’t bring you here to scare you,” he growls.
“I find that hard to believe,” you scoff. “What else does a dragon do with the things is captures? Especially the living ones.”
“I don’t make a habit of capturing living things. I hunt living things.”
Your body goes cold as ice and your knees begin to tremble.
He lowers his head down, “you have no reason to fear me,” he nuzzles to your cheek and you nearly scream out. You press your hand to his face and he lets out a gentle sigh.
“What is this?” You strain to speak.
“I brought you here to be a treasure,” he replies. “The centerpiece of my collection.”
You frown and stare at him, meeting his gaze. “I’m not the princess though,” you insist. He simply nuzzles you more, scenting you as he pleased.
“I know that,” he growls, his tongue lapping over your neck. It’s rough and warm, reminding you of the princess’ cat.
“Then why?” You put your hand on his muzzle again.
“Your scent,” he sniffs along your front, “it’s different from all the other humans.” He then picks you up, placing you back in the bed of pillows and blankets. “Stay here.”
“Or what?” You scoff.
“Or you won’t have anything to eat,” he licks your cheek again and then leaves, going the way he came.
You collapse on the bed, your heart hammering so fast you were sure you would die. Your chest hurts and you feel like you might vomit. You had never been so close to a dragon before, let alone touch one. His scales were silky to your palm, his body warm from the fire inside him. His scales were dark, but there was a shimmer to them that said perhaps it was just filth.
You rest, letting a few tears slip as you lay there. After a while, you hear him come back and you sit up, watching as he came to you, placing a bundle of food in your lap. There are bread and cheese, several fruits, a whole cooked chicken.
“Is it enough?” He asks as he lays his head on the edge of your bed.
You stare in disbelief, your eyes wide as he looked up at you like a dog who has brought you a bone. “No…I mean…it’s more than I’ve ever had so…” You take a piece of cheese and bite it to appease him.
“You won’t worry about a thing again,” he replied, wiggling his head as if expecting praise.
You reach out tentatively and pet his snout. “Are all dragons like this?” You ask.
“Depends,” he answers, nuzzling into your palm. “Some dragons capture humans for notoriety or for the fight. Others eat them, and others don’t give a shit for your kind.”
“And what are you?” You break off a chicken leg and offer it to him in a moment of pure curiosity.
“I don’t much care for humans,” he licks the treat from your palm, tickling you as he nips your fingertips gently. “But for some reason…” he seems just as confused as you are about the situation. “I suppose you can call it infatuation.”
“Infatuation?” You can’t help but laugh a bit. “To me?” You slap your hand to your chest.
He snarls at you, his lip curling up, “is it so ridiculous?”
“Kind of,” you chew on some bread for a moment. “You’re a big, powerful dragon. I’m just one small human.”
He nuzzles to you again, and you find yourself beginning to enjoy it. “You’re my human now,” he sniffs your hair. “You can call me yours if it pleases you.”
“Mine?” You shove food into your mouth, too dumbfounded to think of anything else to do.
Things like this continued, he kept you comfortable beyond your dreams. He fed you and gave you many gifts of fine clothes and beautiful jewels. You talked often, always at a loss that this dragon found you so fascinating. He found many an excuse to touch you, to nuzzle to you and lick you and to your surprise you were beginning to enjoy it more and more. You find yourself touching him more, leaning against him and petting him often.
He shows you all the alcoves and caverns of his cave, leading you to an underground waterfall that glowed from the strange gems imbedded in the walls. You get into the water, asking him if he ever does.
“Not until I shed,” he answers as he sits on the bank, watching you swim and enjoy the cool water. “Then I have to stay in the water until my scales harden again.”
“I had no idea,” You say, taking his claw to climb out of the water.
“No humans really know, and those who do usually don’t last long,” he nuzzles your cheek lovingly despite his dark words.
You hug around his neck as his head rests on your shoulder. “Well then, what will you do to keep me silent?” You tease.
He scoffs, putting his claws around your waist. “You want to play that game?”
You laugh and place a kiss on the tip of his snout as he touches your bare skin, nuzzling to your chest and belly, marking you all over with his scent.
He’s so warm, and his touch feels better than ever after being in the cold water. Your heart begins to hammer again, but for a much better reason. You pinch your thighs together as your sex begins to tingle.
He snorts and nudges at your thighs, your scent strong there. He licks his chops and then along your thighs and mound. You whimper, thighs opening to his tongue as it laps between them, the rough sensation of it feeling so good against your folds. He snarls, tasting you and licking up your heat. You grip onto his horns for balance as your sighs turn into pleasure moans that make his body vibrate with excitement.
He pulls away and you want to fight to bring him back but he scoops you up and carries you back through the cavern to your bed where he lays you back and continues to lick at your slick, warm slit. You sigh, enraptured, even as his teeth nibble into you. His tongue pushes inside and your eyes roll back as his heat floods you. Your body begins to tremble and your voice cracks as you grip onto his snout, a long, strained cry leaves your throat and you ride his tongue through the crashing waves of pleasure flood you.
He chuckles as he licks you clean, savoring your flavor as his claws trail up your body. You smile up at him, cheeks burning bright red. You rollover onto your belly and lift your hips into the air, presenting yourself before him. You reach back, opening yourself up for him.
“You sure?” He murmured as his claw petting up your leg and grasping your ass. “You’re so small and…tight,” he hisses the last word in a lustful way.
You wiggle your hips, “if it’s you, I want it.”
You then feel his weight on top you as he mounts you. You hold your breath and look down, between your legs as he positions himself. You bite your lip hard as his cock rubs against you and between your thighs. You reach back, touching the tip with your hand and guiding him. He’s already leaking, thick cum smearing in your palm.
He grunts, moving the more you touch him. You get him in place and feel him ease inside slowly, his tip stretches you, but soon you begin to howl in ecstasy, his cock so thick, the ridges and bumps all over it only thrilled you more. Even the slight pain felt good.
Your cries and moans drive him on, pushing so deep inside you that you feel him in your stomach. He’s lost his words, only primal growls, and thunder as he moves inside you. His cock gives off a powerful heat and the cum that leaks out helps slick the way.
You cry out to him, impassioned compliments and praise as you come undone for him. Convulsing with his powerful thrusts. His massive balls slapping your rear as he thrusts harder and faster, his own peak building. You can feel it, his cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, cum already oozing out with each driven thrust.
You bellow in lust as you feel him stuff you, his cum shooting out in jets, your belly expanding slightly. He has to pull out to finish, his thick, milky cum coating your ass and legs and dripping out of your spent and used sex.
You’re nearly catatonic, your eyes rolled back as you pant and wheeze. He nuzzles and licks you, bringing you back to your sense. You moan, kissing him and taking his tongue into your mouth, suckling it in gratitude.
“I can’t believe you did that,” he purrs, nuzzling to your belly. “You felt so good I could barely hold on.”
“I can’t believe I want more,” you pant, stroking his head and horns lovingly. “Feeling so full…mmm,” you sigh.
He chuckles, his voice dark. “So brave,” he licks down your body and you tremble, your body still raw and sensitive. “But also a mess.”
You giggle and reach between your legs, coating your fingers in his thick cum before licking each fingertip clean. “It’s your fault you couldn’t hold it all.”
As he smirks his lip curls up over his sharp teeth. “You think that’s all I’ve got? You’re sorely mistaken,” he snarls quietly into your ear.
Your eyes light up and a smile spreads across your face. You hug around his neck and kiss his warm scales.
