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Master / Dragon's Desire
Once upon a time, in a land that existed long ago, there was a small and quaint little village. This village was absolutely marvelous. It had people that knew everyone in town and they all live in harmony for the good of the village. The men worked the fields and the mills and the women taught the c***dren and cooked the meals. They even had a beautiful little stream that run through the middle of the village.
Even the buildings in the village were beautiful. The most pride was put into the sparkling white marble of the church. Every Sunday people when to church at the sound of the bell and listened to the Priestess give her sermon. After the sermon they would all pile out of the church and make sure that it shone with the brilliance that reflected their love for their God.
Now the Priestess Patricia was a marvel of a lady. She stood 5'5" tall and her sleek frame only weight about 110 pounds. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back like liquid fire. Her blazing emerald green eyes seemed to glimmer out from behind the hood she would wear at all time while outdoors. Her robe did an excellent job at hiding her nicely golden skin and her unusual 36 D breasts that seemed to defy gravity and demand attention even through her modest outfit. She was looked up to and respected in earnest by the other Villagers. They saw her as a guiding light on the path to righteousness. She was always there for all of her flock until that day.
It was a most beautiful Sunday. The Villagers were just beginning their scrubbing of the church marble and Patricia was looking over them after an exceptionally powerful sermon that brought some of her congregation to tears. It was on this day the dragon came. The shape was just barely seen on the horizon and ignored until it came much, much closer and let out a mighty roar that seemed to make the entire village shiver in fear. All the Villagers gathered their c***dren and ran to their homes as the monstrous, black scaled dragon approached. The flapping of it's wing carried the sound of whipping leather as they beat the air to keep the slick, oily figure afloat in the air.
Through all the panic all around her, Patricia was the only one to stand her ground at the doors of the church. She never even flinched as the massive creature landed in the center of her village and reared it's head atop its long neck while it let out yet another mighty roar. Yet through all this Patricia stood her ground. She stared defiantly up at the dragon and guarded her church. Her gaze only hardened when the massive black b**st lowered its head down to her level.
"Be gone you b**st of Satan. Be gone and leave our Village alone." She declared directly to the Dragon's fanged snout. His only reply was opening his mouth to reveal a long snake like tongue, sparkling white fangs and a strange blue light in the back of his throat.
When Patricia awakened she can only see darkness. As she come to she can feel the smooth silk bedding beneath her and then she realizes that her robes and undergarments had been taken from her. She was here in a strange place, naked on silk linens. When she tries to cover herself her hands were halted but the leather bonds around her wrists that were connected to the chains that hung from the wall behind the bed. This came as an amazing shock. But what was the biggest shock was when she discovered that a steel rod separated her ankles so she couldn't close her legs. Now she was fully awake and terrified.
Then, in the middle of her terror a light came from the hall. Dimly at first be then growing brighter. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps approaching. She did her best to struggle against the chains and bracer, trying to hide herself from whoever was approaching. But it was to late. A candle's flame peaked it's way around a corner and behind it followed a man so dashing that she lost all will to hide herself from him. For a moment she even lost her will to breathe in order to hear his movements.
Before her stood a man whose perfection can only be described by way of the gods. His hair was as blue as the sea and flowed from his head down to stop at his neck. The way it looked so pure yet so cold reminded her of the winter's ice on the river. Her gaze moved down to his eyes. Oh such eyes, eyes that burned with the light of a fire behind the purest sapphires. When she gazed into them she first saw their glow that seemed to rival the glow of the candle, yet their depth was beyond her wildest dreams. But that wasn't all that impressed her. As her gaze moved down further, she noticed that he was quite tall. About 6 feet, perfect to match his well-defined frame. He wore to shirt and she noted every sharp curvature of his muscles, how the light from the candle dance and played upon them like c***dren playing upon a hill.
"So, you are awake? Welcome to my lair." His voice snapped her out of her trance as if a shard of ice had just been shot down her back. She broke her gaze from traveling down any further and looked up into the perfect features of his face, into those marvelous eyes. Her awe left her and her defiance returned as she struggled against the chains once again.
"Are you the one who commanded the Dragon to bring me here?" She demanded more then asked. Instead of replying to her he move to her side on the bed and set the candle down on the bed stand next to her. His movements where fluid, yet sharp. He made no sound at all. But yet when he was coming down the hall she could have sworn she heard his footsteps. Did he purposely make that noise in the hall to alert her to his coming?
"I asked you a question!" Her tone was almost hateful towards him as she riled away from his body trying distance herself from him. His response was swift. A hand cracked her across the cheek causing her head to bounce into the pillow. Already she could feel the warmth of blood well to the surface of her cheeks where he had just struck her.
"I will not have that tone from you." He said calmly. He made no other movements towards or away from her. "I will tell you when you are allowed to ask a question. Clear enough?"
"Yes." She replied, defiance and hate still in her voice, but it was dimmed. Somehow that blow had struck to the core of her will. She started to think about it but was interrupted as hot wax splattered down unto her naked breasts, first the left then the right. The wax dripped down her breasts in all directions and she squealed in both pain and pleasure when the droplets of molten wax came in contact with her nipples. Instantly they hardened against the will of her mind, obeying only the body.
"To answer your question," he stated while continuing the torture with the wax, "I did not command the dragon. I am the dragon."
Patricia found herself unable to reply. She found herself becoming lost in the pleasure of pain being induced on her sensitive nipples. Her gasps and hisses of protests turned to moans of excitement. But as quickly as it had come the wax stopped. She sighed in both relief and protest.
"You may now ask questions." The man above her stated flatly. She still could no bring herself to believe that this perfect figure of a man sitting only inch from her was really the dragon that had induced so much terror on her village.
"Y-you're the d-dr-dragon?" She struggled with the words as the pleasure that was now starting to past, was clouding her thoughts.
"Indeed." He answered.
"What did you do to my Village?" Her mind became clear now. She worried about the safety of her people.
"Shhh, Fine. They're all fine. I didn't harm any of them." His reassurance was actually quite calming. "Any more questions?"
"Just one." She replied. "Am I your prisoner?" She asked with wonder, not hatred.
"That is a topic for another time. For now, pleasure, the likes of which you have never known." The dragon in human form replied to her.
His hand traced up her smooth skin from her stomach to her breasts, where the wax sat, a hardened milky shell over her nipple. Slowly, he peeled at the wax till there was none left. He lowered his head down to her now naked breast and flicked at the nipple with his forked tongue. Patricia could only moan in pleasure as she felt his hand drift to her other nipple and peel the wax from it as well. When it too was naked, he shifted his forked tongue to it.
After his ministrations both her nipple stood out from her, like little thimbles of flesh. The dragon once again opening his mouth and his forked tongue came out. It reached for her nipple then wrapped around it and snaked to the other one. As it traveled his tongue tweaked the nipple it was already wrapped around so that Patricia could only arch her back toward the pleasure and gasp for air. The dragon's tongue finally reached its target and wrapped around that one too. He started moving his tongue in and out, wetting both nipples with the juice off his tongue. Patricia's breathing become ragged and labored. She gasped and tried to reach out to pull his head to her, but the chains held her back.
Her womanhood was becoming so damp that fluid was dripping onto the silk linens. She squeezed her eyes shut feeling a tidal wave approaching, reaching from her nipples down to her womanhood, but the tongue that was giving her such pleasure withdrew. She moaned her disappointment.
"Patience. I will allow you your release soon enough." He told her and kissed her. She returned the kiss as passionately as she could. Screw her oath to chastity, screw decency, all she knew was she wanted more of the pleasure this Dragon-Man could give.
He lifted his head and smiled tracing a finger down her abdomen to her waist. Again and again he traced her waistline but never going any lower. Patricia could feel the heat growing in her pussy and she knew that he could smell her arousal in the air. Even she could smell her musky sweet scent that flowed from her as freely as the blood in her veins. Then he did it. So swiftly she didn't even know what he did till she felt it. Two tender fingers rubbing up and down the slit of her pussy. She could feel them wetting themselves on her juices. Her back arched with pleasure trying to get the fingers to enter her, but they stayed, just rubbing within the lips of her pussy, yet not entering her. This was sheer torture! She didn't know how much more she could stand before she screamed out in frustration.
The dragon-man simply looked at her and smiled. He stood and brought his wet fingers to her mouth. He was about to tell her what to do but she had beaten him to it, eagerly sucking on the digits of flesh that a moment before had been enclosed in her pussy. He stood and moved lower on the bed. When he took his fingers away from her mouth, she opened her eyes and there he was on top of her. His touch was so light that she didn't even feel him. His weight grew as he lay on top of her and she loved the feeling of her large breasts being mashed against his chest.
He looked down upon his prize and when he saw the look in her eyes he knew she was his. He only had to take her over the edge to where her priesthood wouldn't dare let her go. He knew she would never want him to leave her; she would be addicted to him once this was complete.
Patricia looked up into the burning bright eyes of the dragon-man and she once again became entranced. She could feel something large pressing at the lips of her pussy, and then pressing them apart. She knew it was his cock pressing into her. Its size stretched her virgin pussy to its limit and her moans only became louder. She was being filled to the brink. Never before had she felt so complete and so whole. The only way to describe it was that she felt full. Then she felt it. His cock had reached her maidenhead. She bit down on her own teeth and clenched her fists waiting for the pain she had heard of, but it never came. His cock was still filling her and had broken her virginity, but she hadn't even felt it. Maybe it was the sheer pleasure she was feeling or maybe it was just nothing next to the pain that ached for her to be filled completely, whatever it was she didn't care.
Patricia let out a long, low moan as the dragon-man's cock kept going within her. It seemed to have no end. It just kept filling her with inch after inch of hot pleasure until it bottomed out at the depths of her woman hood. She let out a shrill scream of pleasure. His cock had reached so deep that it actually touched her womb. She had never before felt anything like it. She didn't care what happened she just wanted to feel full forever. But his cock started to retreat out of her and she let out a moan of disappointment, but then she scream a shrill of excitement as it filled her again.
He looked down at the writhing woman under him. Never once had she broken contact with his eyes as she shrieked her pleasure out to him. Faster and faster within her he moved. And he probed every inch of her depths. His burning blue eyes only burned brighter as his passion increased along with her moans of pleasure. All to soon her body was shuddering beneath him in the throws of a tidal wave of orgasmic fury. He cared not. He kept pounding into her faster and faster. His hips were a blur as his cock retreated and then was swallowed again and again by her gushing pussy. This was the best fuck he had in a millennia and he had no intention of letting it end now.
Patricia squirmed and writhed below him. The passion building within her. She was soaring on a cloud of pleasure that seemed to have no end. When she thought it was receding and that she was coming down another more powerful orgasm would hoist her back up into her flight of passion. She stopped moving within her, allowing her to come down a bit. She moaned in disappointment as his cock retreated again, nearly all the way but she screamed out on final time before her voice failed her. His cock started pulsing within her and then she felt him explode his seed within her. This new sensation sent her soaring again. She screamed and fought her bonds to try and pull him in deeper to her. Her most powerful orgasm yet shook through her entire body and she bucked and spasmed so much beneath him that the dragon though he would come out of her. He fell on top of her resting a moment and she went limp, loving the afterglow of her pleasure.
"You are mine now. You are mine to do with as I please at any time. You are my slave, The slave of a dragon." He whispered in her ear. His words carried a harsh truth that she knew she could not deny. He had so much more pleasure to give. She knew this and she also knew that she now belonged here. She looked up into the burning sapphire eyes and replied a very simple statement.
"Yes Master."
When Patricia awakened from her sleep of pleasure and after dreams of her new master, she found that he was not at her bedside. She stretched to relieve some of the kinks and pain in her muscles that came with sleep on such a soft bed. When she stretched she also noticed that her arms were no longer bound by the chains that now hung freely from the wall. Her legs were also free from the spreader that now lay, discarded, on the floor.
She arose and began to wonder what had become of her master. Why had he left her to her own devices? How would he know if she tried to escape right now? Though she had no desire to escape from the pleasure that her master chose the offer to her, the question still stuck out within her mind. She was still naked and the silk sheets had just barley begun to dry from the sweat and fluids of their union the night before. She slid her legs over the silk and gently touched her bare feet to the frozen floor of stone. She clutched her chest underneath her breasts and shivered at the cold as she stood up. The shivers caused her nipples to harden against the will of her mind. But no matter, it would only serve to please her master.
She wandered outside her room and plucked a torch from the wall. She held its warmth close to her naked body as the cool air toyed with her tingling skin. With light, quick steps she moved over the cold floor traversing the caverns that branched out from the long hallway. But, much to her disappointment, she only found darkness in each room. She became more and more frantic with her searching for her master. She felt compelled to find him. Almost as if she needed him now. Yes that’s what it was. She needed him.
Her search eventually led her to the chamber where a massive, oil black dragon lay, slumbering. Both his size and the grumble of his sleep certainly made him an imposing sight, but she knew, she had found him. Her master. She wondered why he had left her to be here. She looked at the massive figure before her and realized what a dumb question that really was. He had to be 15 feet tall while laying down and his neck wrapped a quarter across his 40 foot long body. His tail was coiled around his entire body twice. The rise and fall of the size of his chest had to be a 2-3 foot change in size and his wing were folded up into little 5 foot wide folds that flowed, like a second skin along his back, all the way down to the base of his tail. There was no way he could ever fit into the room that she was originally in. His sheer size would crush her in that tiny room that was obviously made for humans or his human form.
Patricia moved towards the massive, black dragon and slid over the cold softness of the scales on his neck, down into the loop that he had made by wrapping his head around toward his body. She fell to the ground and rubbed her naked shoulder and back up against his soft scales. The cold of his scaled made goose bumps break out all over her body. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered for a second before she felt the scales move beneath her. She looked at the head that was at her feet, but it was now staring back at her. This look induced fear into her very core. The last time she saw him look at her like she, she woke up naked and in bonds.
“What are you doing?” The massive dragon before her asked in the same icy yet eloquent voice that the human figure that had taken her earlier had used.
“I sought you out my master, but I did not wish to wake you.” She said meekly as she rubbed her skin against his soft scales. They felt finer then the silk that she had slept on, but in an instant that changed when the scales jabbed into his skin and drew blood the flowed down her back. The pain was not painful at all. She found a form of pleasure in the way the heat rolled down her back in trails of crimson.
She then opened her eyes without ever realizing that she had closed them and once again, that cold black dragonhead with those eyes that go on forever. God she loved those eyes. She fell into her trance staring into his eyes again. She was snapped out by long forked tongue trailing down over her body. Wherever his tongue went, it left a trail of ice on her skin. Her back arched into his tongue, pressing her large breasts into it. She wished them to be pleasured by the miraculous tongue. She wasn’t disappointed for to long.
The dragon saw her arch her back and smiled swirling his freezing tongue around ever closer to her nipples, but never quite getting there. When he did, he attacked them with frenzy. He flicked, tweaked, bit, and tease her nipples until they were raw with pleasure. His new slave was twisting and writhing in his arms, a victim to he pleasures. She was wholly dependent on him now. She would never be able to reach these heights with any human, or on her own. She was truly his.
Patricia was moaning and squealing in pleasure as the pleasure shooting through her nipples sent shocks down into her flowing pussy. She loved every second of this treatment. But as all good things do, this came to an end when the dragon pulled his tongue away from her and back into his mouth. She felt herself falling back as the support of his neck left and he shrank into that wonderfully handsome man from last night. She sighed her disappointment, but it was short lived when a hand came crashing down across her face, sending her sprawling on the floor.
“Do not use that tone of disappointment before me, Slave! I give you pleasure only because it appeases me to do so!” The man growled at her and then picked her up off the floor. “Understand, Slave?” He asked in the most demanding voice he could muster, and the look of fear and the trembling head nod told him what he wanted to know. He knew that she was completely broken now. It was now time for his pleasure.
“Into the bedroom.” Patricia heard him command, and she lowered her head, and moved to obey. He was behind her every step of the way, every once in awhile he would stop her and grope her ass, or squeeze her breast, but her favorite was when he would rub her pussy to make sure she was still wet. Soon they arrived in the bedroom and he flung her effortlessly on the silk bed.
The dragon smiled at his prize and pounced one her. Her spread her legs and lined up his cock, rubbing it up and down her dripping little hole. “Beg slave! Beg for your master’s cock!” He grinned and looked at her beautiful little body. Oh yes she would beg, and it would be sweet, until he gave it to her.
“Oh please, please, master. Please let me feel it. Let me pleasure it! Let me make it spurt inside me!” She screamed it out as loud as he could. She needed it. She could feel it right there, but it wasn’t filling her. It wasn’t stretching her. It wasn’t in her, but she could feel it right there. She had to have it and begged and pleaded for all she was worth. Then she felt his grip on her tighten and he rammed his massive dragon cock deep into her.
“OOOOOHHHH YESSSS!!!!” She moaned and hissed as the waves of pleasure swarming over her body. She was already so close, and he had only just put it in. She felt her orgasm coming to her already. When he started pounding her, he did so without any care for her. What came next was nothing short of one of the Seven Wonders of the World, as she exploded. Her pussy shook and creamed so much that he had to stop pounding her so that she would squeeze his cock right off.
The dragon smiled as her orgasm died down, and he hoped that she was ready for more, because he was far from over. He gripped her hips again and started pounding his massive cock into her now dripping pussy. With every thrust into her, more juice flowed down her legs. She screamed out more and more and more.
“Please master! Please! Fill me! Fill me with your cummm!!” She screamd as her vision exploded into fireworks once again and this time there was no return. He pussy clamed down on his cock and she could feel it grow and spasm as it filled her to the brim. She shuddered as their orgasms died down and smiled peacefully to herself. Her master rolled onto his side looking very satisfied. She moved herself down him and licked his cock clean and then took her place next to him.
“Master?” She asked meekly.
“What is it slave?” He commanded.
“What is your name, Master?” She asked again, meekly.
“My name, is Oighear, though you may only address me by Master.” He commanded once again.
“Yes, my master.” She replied drifting off into a orgasm induced sleep.
“Yes my pet, sleep well, for tomorrow, you meet the other Dragon Masters.” Oighear grinned down at her and slept next to her.
Once upon a time, in a land that existed long ago, there was a small and quaint little village. This village was absolutely marvelous. It had people that knew everyone in town and they all live in harmony for the good of the village. The men worked the fields and the mills and the women taught the c***dren and cooked the meals. They even had a beautiful little stream that run through the middle of the village.
Even the buildings in the village were beautiful. The most pride was put into the sparkling white marble of the church. Every Sunday people when to church at the sound of the bell and listened to the Priestess give her sermon. After the sermon they would all pile out of the church and make sure that it shone with the brilliance that reflected their love for their God.
Now the Priestess Patricia was a marvel of a lady. She stood 5'5" tall and her sleek frame only weight about 110 pounds. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back like liquid fire. Her blazing emerald green eyes seemed to glimmer out from behind the hood she would wear at all time while outdoors. Her robe did an excellent job at hiding her nicely golden skin and her unusual 36 D breasts that seemed to defy gravity and demand attention even through her modest outfit. She was looked up to and respected in earnest by the other Villagers. They saw her as a guiding light on the path to righteousness. She was always there for all of her flock until that day.
It was a most beautiful Sunday. The Villagers were just beginning their scrubbing of the church marble and Patricia was looking over them after an exceptionally powerful sermon that brought some of her congregation to tears. It was on this day the dragon came. The shape was just barely seen on the horizon and ignored until it came much, much closer and let out a mighty roar that seemed to make the entire village shiver in fear. All the Villagers gathered their c***dren and ran to their homes as the monstrous, black scaled dragon approached. The flapping of it's wing carried the sound of whipping leather as they beat the air to keep the slick, oily figure afloat in the air.
Through all the panic all around her, Patricia was the only one to stand her ground at the doors of the church. She never even flinched as the massive creature landed in the center of her village and reared it's head atop its long neck while it let out yet another mighty roar. Yet through all this Patricia stood her ground. She stared defiantly up at the dragon and guarded her church. Her gaze only hardened when the massive black b**st lowered its head down to her level.
"Be gone you b**st of Satan. Be gone and leave our Village alone." She declared directly to the Dragon's fanged snout. His only reply was opening his mouth to reveal a long snake like tongue, sparkling white fangs and a strange blue light in the back of his throat.
When Patricia awakened she can only see darkness. As she come to she can feel the smooth silk bedding beneath her and then she realizes that her robes and undergarments had been taken from her. She was here in a strange place, naked on silk linens. When she tries to cover herself her hands were halted but the leather bonds around her wrists that were connected to the chains that hung from the wall behind the bed. This came as an amazing shock. But what was the biggest shock was when she discovered that a steel rod separated her ankles so she couldn't close her legs. Now she was fully awake and terrified.
Then, in the middle of her terror a light came from the hall. Dimly at first be then growing brighter. It wasn't long before she heard footsteps approaching. She did her best to struggle against the chains and bracer, trying to hide herself from whoever was approaching. But it was to late. A candle's flame peaked it's way around a corner and behind it followed a man so dashing that she lost all will to hide herself from him. For a moment she even lost her will to breathe in order to hear his movements.
Before her stood a man whose perfection can only be described by way of the gods. His hair was as blue as the sea and flowed from his head down to stop at his neck. The way it looked so pure yet so cold reminded her of the winter's ice on the river. Her gaze moved down to his eyes. Oh such eyes, eyes that burned with the light of a fire behind the purest sapphires. When she gazed into them she first saw their glow that seemed to rival the glow of the candle, yet their depth was beyond her wildest dreams. But that wasn't all that impressed her. As her gaze moved down further, she noticed that he was quite tall. About 6 feet, perfect to match his well-defined frame. He wore to shirt and she noted every sharp curvature of his muscles, how the light from the candle dance and played upon them like c***dren playing upon a hill.
"So, you are awake? Welcome to my lair." His voice snapped her out of her trance as if a shard of ice had just been shot down her back. She broke her gaze from traveling down any further and looked up into the perfect features of his face, into those marvelous eyes. Her awe left her and her defiance returned as she struggled against the chains once again.
"Are you the one who commanded the Dragon to bring me here?" She demanded more then asked. Instead of replying to her he move to her side on the bed and set the candle down on the bed stand next to her. His movements where fluid, yet sharp. He made no sound at all. But yet when he was coming down the hall she could have sworn she heard his footsteps. Did he purposely make that noise in the hall to alert her to his coming?
"I asked you a question!" Her tone was almost hateful towards him as she riled away from his body trying distance herself from him. His response was swift. A hand cracked her across the cheek causing her head to bounce into the pillow. Already she could feel the warmth of blood well to the surface of her cheeks where he had just struck her.
"I will not have that tone from you." He said calmly. He made no other movements towards or away from her. "I will tell you when you are allowed to ask a question. Clear enough?"
"Yes." She replied, defiance and hate still in her voice, but it was dimmed. Somehow that blow had struck to the core of her will. She started to think about it but was interrupted as hot wax splattered down unto her naked breasts, first the left then the right. The wax dripped down her breasts in all directions and she squealed in both pain and pleasure when the droplets of molten wax came in contact with her nipples. Instantly they hardened against the will of her mind, obeying only the body.
"To answer your question," he stated while continuing the torture with the wax, "I did not command the dragon. I am the dragon."
Patricia found herself unable to reply. She found herself becoming lost in the pleasure of pain being induced on her sensitive nipples. Her gasps and hisses of protests turned to moans of excitement. But as quickly as it had come the wax stopped. She sighed in both relief and protest.
"You may now ask questions." The man above her stated flatly. She still could no bring herself to believe that this perfect figure of a man sitting only inch from her was really the dragon that had induced so much terror on her village.
"Y-you're the d-dr-dragon?" She struggled with the words as the pleasure that was now starting to past, was clouding her thoughts.
"Indeed." He answered.
"What did you do to my Village?" Her mind became clear now. She worried about the safety of her people.
"Shhh, Fine. They're all fine. I didn't harm any of them." His reassurance was actually quite calming. "Any more questions?"
"Just one." She replied. "Am I your prisoner?" She asked with wonder, not hatred.
"That is a topic for another time. For now, pleasure, the likes of which you have never known." The dragon in human form replied to her.
His hand traced up her smooth skin from her stomach to her breasts, where the wax sat, a hardened milky shell over her nipple. Slowly, he peeled at the wax till there was none left. He lowered his head down to her now naked breast and flicked at the nipple with his forked tongue. Patricia could only moan in pleasure as she felt his hand drift to her other nipple and peel the wax from it as well. When it too was naked, he shifted his forked tongue to it.
After his ministrations both her nipple stood out from her, like little thimbles of flesh. The dragon once again opening his mouth and his forked tongue came out. It reached for her nipple then wrapped around it and snaked to the other one. As it traveled his tongue tweaked the nipple it was already wrapped around so that Patricia could only arch her back toward the pleasure and gasp for air. The dragon's tongue finally reached its target and wrapped around that one too. He started moving his tongue in and out, wetting both nipples with the juice off his tongue. Patricia's breathing become ragged and labored. She gasped and tried to reach out to pull his head to her, but the chains held her back.
Her womanhood was becoming so damp that fluid was dripping onto the silk linens. She squeezed her eyes shut feeling a tidal wave approaching, reaching from her nipples down to her womanhood, but the tongue that was giving her such pleasure withdrew. She moaned her disappointment.
"Patience. I will allow you your release soon enough." He told her and kissed her. She returned the kiss as passionately as she could. Screw her oath to chastity, screw decency, all she knew was she wanted more of the pleasure this Dragon-Man could give.
He lifted his head and smiled tracing a finger down her abdomen to her waist. Again and again he traced her waistline but never going any lower. Patricia could feel the heat growing in her pussy and she knew that he could smell her arousal in the air. Even she could smell her musky sweet scent that flowed from her as freely as the blood in her veins. Then he did it. So swiftly she didn't even know what he did till she felt it. Two tender fingers rubbing up and down the slit of her pussy. She could feel them wetting themselves on her juices. Her back arched with pleasure trying to get the fingers to enter her, but they stayed, just rubbing within the lips of her pussy, yet not entering her. This was sheer torture! She didn't know how much more she could stand before she screamed out in frustration.
The dragon-man simply looked at her and smiled. He stood and brought his wet fingers to her mouth. He was about to tell her what to do but she had beaten him to it, eagerly sucking on the digits of flesh that a moment before had been enclosed in her pussy. He stood and moved lower on the bed. When he took his fingers away from her mouth, she opened her eyes and there he was on top of her. His touch was so light that she didn't even feel him. His weight grew as he lay on top of her and she loved the feeling of her large breasts being mashed against his chest.
He looked down upon his prize and when he saw the look in her eyes he knew she was his. He only had to take her over the edge to where her priesthood wouldn't dare let her go. He knew she would never want him to leave her; she would be addicted to him once this was complete.
Patricia looked up into the burning bright eyes of the dragon-man and she once again became entranced. She could feel something large pressing at the lips of her pussy, and then pressing them apart. She knew it was his cock pressing into her. Its size stretched her virgin pussy to its limit and her moans only became louder. She was being filled to the brink. Never before had she felt so complete and so whole. The only way to describe it was that she felt full. Then she felt it. His cock had reached her maidenhead. She bit down on her own teeth and clenched her fists waiting for the pain she had heard of, but it never came. His cock was still filling her and had broken her virginity, but she hadn't even felt it. Maybe it was the sheer pleasure she was feeling or maybe it was just nothing next to the pain that ached for her to be filled completely, whatever it was she didn't care.
Patricia let out a long, low moan as the dragon-man's cock kept going within her. It seemed to have no end. It just kept filling her with inch after inch of hot pleasure until it bottomed out at the depths of her woman hood. She let out a shrill scream of pleasure. His cock had reached so deep that it actually touched her womb. She had never before felt anything like it. She didn't care what happened she just wanted to feel full forever. But his cock started to retreat out of her and she let out a moan of disappointment, but then she scream a shrill of excitement as it filled her again.
He looked down at the writhing woman under him. Never once had she broken contact with his eyes as she shrieked her pleasure out to him. Faster and faster within her he moved. And he probed every inch of her depths. His burning blue eyes only burned brighter as his passion increased along with her moans of pleasure. All to soon her body was shuddering beneath him in the throws of a tidal wave of orgasmic fury. He cared not. He kept pounding into her faster and faster. His hips were a blur as his cock retreated and then was swallowed again and again by her gushing pussy. This was the best fuck he had in a millennia and he had no intention of letting it end now.
Patricia squirmed and writhed below him. The passion building within her. She was soaring on a cloud of pleasure that seemed to have no end. When she thought it was receding and that she was coming down another more powerful orgasm would hoist her back up into her flight of passion. She stopped moving within her, allowing her to come down a bit. She moaned in disappointment as his cock retreated again, nearly all the way but she screamed out on final time before her voice failed her. His cock started pulsing within her and then she felt him explode his seed within her. This new sensation sent her soaring again. She screamed and fought her bonds to try and pull him in deeper to her. Her most powerful orgasm yet shook through her entire body and she bucked and spasmed so much beneath him that the dragon though he would come out of her. He fell on top of her resting a moment and she went limp, loving the afterglow of her pleasure.
"You are mine now. You are mine to do with as I please at any time. You are my slave, The slave of a dragon." He whispered in her ear. His words carried a harsh truth that she knew she could not deny. He had so much more pleasure to give. She knew this and she also knew that she now belonged here. She looked up into the burning sapphire eyes and replied a very simple statement.
"Yes Master."
When Patricia awakened from her sleep of pleasure and after dreams of her new master, she found that he was not at her bedside. She stretched to relieve some of the kinks and pain in her muscles that came with sleep on such a soft bed. When she stretched she also noticed that her arms were no longer bound by the chains that now hung freely from the wall. Her legs were also free from the spreader that now lay, discarded, on the floor.
She arose and began to wonder what had become of her master. Why had he left her to her own devices? How would he know if she tried to escape right now? Though she had no desire to escape from the pleasure that her master chose the offer to her, the question still stuck out within her mind. She was still naked and the silk sheets had just barley begun to dry from the sweat and fluids of their union the night before. She slid her legs over the silk and gently touched her bare feet to the frozen floor of stone. She clutched her chest underneath her breasts and shivered at the cold as she stood up. The shivers caused her nipples to harden against the will of her mind. But no matter, it would only serve to please her master.
She wandered outside her room and plucked a torch from the wall. She held its warmth close to her naked body as the cool air toyed with her tingling skin. With light, quick steps she moved over the cold floor traversing the caverns that branched out from the long hallway. But, much to her disappointment, she only found darkness in each room. She became more and more frantic with her searching for her master. She felt compelled to find him. Almost as if she needed him now. Yes that’s what it was. She needed him.
Her search eventually led her to the chamber where a massive, oil black dragon lay, slumbering. Both his size and the grumble of his sleep certainly made him an imposing sight, but she knew, she had found him. Her master. She wondered why he had left her to be here. She looked at the massive figure before her and realized what a dumb question that really was. He had to be 15 feet tall while laying down and his neck wrapped a quarter across his 40 foot long body. His tail was coiled around his entire body twice. The rise and fall of the size of his chest had to be a 2-3 foot change in size and his wing were folded up into little 5 foot wide folds that flowed, like a second skin along his back, all the way down to the base of his tail. There was no way he could ever fit into the room that she was originally in. His sheer size would crush her in that tiny room that was obviously made for humans or his human form.
Patricia moved towards the massive, black dragon and slid over the cold softness of the scales on his neck, down into the loop that he had made by wrapping his head around toward his body. She fell to the ground and rubbed her naked shoulder and back up against his soft scales. The cold of his scaled made goose bumps break out all over her body. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered for a second before she felt the scales move beneath her. She looked at the head that was at her feet, but it was now staring back at her. This look induced fear into her very core. The last time she saw him look at her like she, she woke up naked and in bonds.
“What are you doing?” The massive dragon before her asked in the same icy yet eloquent voice that the human figure that had taken her earlier had used.
“I sought you out my master, but I did not wish to wake you.” She said meekly as she rubbed her skin against his soft scales. They felt finer then the silk that she had slept on, but in an instant that changed when the scales jabbed into his skin and drew blood the flowed down her back. The pain was not painful at all. She found a form of pleasure in the way the heat rolled down her back in trails of crimson.
She then opened her eyes without ever realizing that she had closed them and once again, that cold black dragonhead with those eyes that go on forever. God she loved those eyes. She fell into her trance staring into his eyes again. She was snapped out by long forked tongue trailing down over her body. Wherever his tongue went, it left a trail of ice on her skin. Her back arched into his tongue, pressing her large breasts into it. She wished them to be pleasured by the miraculous tongue. She wasn’t disappointed for to long.
The dragon saw her arch her back and smiled swirling his freezing tongue around ever closer to her nipples, but never quite getting there. When he did, he attacked them with frenzy. He flicked, tweaked, bit, and tease her nipples until they were raw with pleasure. His new slave was twisting and writhing in his arms, a victim to he pleasures. She was wholly dependent on him now. She would never be able to reach these heights with any human, or on her own. She was truly his.
Patricia was moaning and squealing in pleasure as the pleasure shooting through her nipples sent shocks down into her flowing pussy. She loved every second of this treatment. But as all good things do, this came to an end when the dragon pulled his tongue away from her and back into his mouth. She felt herself falling back as the support of his neck left and he shrank into that wonderfully handsome man from last night. She sighed her disappointment, but it was short lived when a hand came crashing down across her face, sending her sprawling on the floor.
“Do not use that tone of disappointment before me, Slave! I give you pleasure only because it appeases me to do so!” The man growled at her and then picked her up off the floor. “Understand, Slave?” He asked in the most demanding voice he could muster, and the look of fear and the trembling head nod told him what he wanted to know. He knew that she was completely broken now. It was now time for his pleasure.
“Into the bedroom.” Patricia heard him command, and she lowered her head, and moved to obey. He was behind her every step of the way, every once in awhile he would stop her and grope her ass, or squeeze her breast, but her favorite was when he would rub her pussy to make sure she was still wet. Soon they arrived in the bedroom and he flung her effortlessly on the silk bed.
The dragon smiled at his prize and pounced one her. Her spread her legs and lined up his cock, rubbing it up and down her dripping little hole. “Beg slave! Beg for your master’s cock!” He grinned and looked at her beautiful little body. Oh yes she would beg, and it would be sweet, until he gave it to her.
“Oh please, please, master. Please let me feel it. Let me pleasure it! Let me make it spurt inside me!” She screamed it out as loud as he could. She needed it. She could feel it right there, but it wasn’t filling her. It wasn’t stretching her. It wasn’t in her, but she could feel it right there. She had to have it and begged and pleaded for all she was worth. Then she felt his grip on her tighten and he rammed his massive dragon cock deep into her.
“OOOOOHHHH YESSSS!!!!” She moaned and hissed as the waves of pleasure swarming over her body. She was already so close, and he had only just put it in. She felt her orgasm coming to her already. When he started pounding her, he did so without any care for her. What came next was nothing short of one of the Seven Wonders of the World, as she exploded. Her pussy shook and creamed so much that he had to stop pounding her so that she would squeeze his cock right off.
The dragon smiled as her orgasm died down, and he hoped that she was ready for more, because he was far from over. He gripped her hips again and started pounding his massive cock into her now dripping pussy. With every thrust into her, more juice flowed down her legs. She screamed out more and more and more.
“Please master! Please! Fill me! Fill me with your cummm!!” She screamd as her vision exploded into fireworks once again and this time there was no return. He pussy clamed down on his cock and she could feel it grow and spasm as it filled her to the brim. She shuddered as their orgasms died down and smiled peacefully to herself. Her master rolled onto his side looking very satisfied. She moved herself down him and licked his cock clean and then took her place next to him.
“Master?” She asked meekly.
“What is it slave?” He commanded.
“What is your name, Master?” She asked again, meekly.
“My name, is Oighear, though you may only address me by Master.” He commanded once again.
“Yes, my master.” She replied drifting off into a orgasm induced sleep.
“Yes my pet, sleep well, for tomorrow, you meet the other Dragon Masters.” Oighear grinned down at her and slept next to her.
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