Virtual Reality Dragon Quest 3Chapter 1
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The featureless sky above was unnerving, devoid of clouds, sun, or any other feature that should be there. The dull gray made me feel like I was inside some sort of dust-covered snow globe.
I could see well enough, but the lighting gave the impression of a late fall overcast, chill and gloomy despite the warmth of the air. The grass was much the same color as the evergreens, a deep green so dark that it was hard to tell where the shadows ended and the boughs began. The sea and mountains I could see were equally bland and almost lifeless looking.
I tightened a couple of straps on my magic armor and sheathed my flame sword, thinking that the somewhat mournful overworld theme running through my head fit the place perfectly. After visiting the other bright and welcoming DQ worlds full of life and beauty, this one was a sharp and disheartening contrast.
I'd already seen several slimes and even a few red slimes, but the creatures had shied away from me. If I remembered my last save in the game properly, I was on my way to the final battle in the SFC remake of the game. I couldn't translate more than a little of the Japanese, but I knew the original game so well that I'd had little trouble finding my way. Thus, the monsters were fleeing from me exactly as they would have the hero in the game.
I could see the town of Brecconary and Tantegel castle a short distance away. Both looked far more like dark ages fortresses than the cities and castles of the other DQ worlds. Turning toward the sea, I could see the black basalt specter of Charlock rising from the swirling mists. I could just make out the one bright spot in the world, the Rainbow Bridge.
The old man had hinted that I was supposed to go to Kol, but I really wasn't looking forward to the long hike around the mountains. The place was depressing, and I felt exhausted for some reason. Turning back toward town, I decided to stop off in Brecconary for a beer or three and a rest.
The streets were paved with crumbling stone and lined with buildings constructed of whatever the occupants could find. A few substantial structures of stone lined the road, but most were made of wood, and some were little more than rude shacks.
The people looked as downtrodden as their town. Everyone moved slowly from place to place with their heads down, and few spoke or acknowledged the others they encountered. Once I stepped into the inn, I realized that the tiles in the game had left out a lot. There were actually several rooms in the inn, and a small drinking area with a bar. A few townsfolk sat around nursing their brew silently, but I did see a few listening to a flute player with faint smiles on their faces. I grinned as well, recognizing the tune he played as the town theme of the game.
"Welcome to my humble establishment, good traveler. Do you seek a place to bed down, perhaps?"
I turned to the innkeeper and nodded. "I need a beer and a bed something fierce."
The innkeeper's smile spread far wider, and I could see hope in his eyes. I assumed that he probably didn't get much business to the tavern, and even less from people seeking rooms. I tried to remember the cost of the inn from the game, and then doubled that. I still had more gold coins jingling around in my bag than I knew what to do with, so I figured I might as well spread the wealth.
"Good Master, this is..."
"What I'm paying you," I said, cutting him off. "Just take it."
"You are most kind. I will endeavor to make your stay here the most grand you have ever experienced."
"I appreciate it," I responded, taking my room key from him.
I walked over to the bar and took a seat. The flute player was now recounting the legend of Erdrick. I knew it well enough, considering I'd played through it in DQ Three several times. He linked the current descendant of Erdrick to the story, trying to drum up hope amongst those listening.
I dropped a coin on the bar and ordered a beer, chuckling as the barkeep bit into the coin before staring at it in wide-eyed surprise. I turned back to the minstrel telling his story, and something hit me. I knew I was in the SFC version of the game, because I'd been able to discharge a fireball from my flame sword as I chose my equipment. The minstrel was referring to the characters and places in the game by the familiar U.S. localization terms, though.
"Your mind changes things around to make you more comfortable," a voice I knew all to well said from behind me.
I turned toward the old man with a sigh, wondering what he was going to pull on me this time.
"They aren't even speaking a language you could actually understand. It's part of the magic."
"Thanks for the heads-up. I suppose you're here to try to shuffle me off to Kol. Well, go fuck yourself, old man. I'm staying right here."
The old man waved his hands in front of him in a gesture of mocking fear, and then scoffed before saying, "I'm here for the beer. You'll go exactly where you're supposed to go."
"Yeah, whatever," I grumbled, purposely turning away from him as I finished my beer. When I glanced back over my shoulder a little while later, the old man was gone. A look around the room didn't reveal him anywhere.
I shrugged and ordered another beer. A little while later, with a good buzz on, I dropped a couple of coins in the minstrel's hat and headed for my room. Just like hunger is the best sauce, exhaustion is the softest mattress. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the scratchy pillow.
I awakened to cries of alarm, the sounds of a fight, and a drakee furiously beating its head against the window of my room. Fortunately, after so long practicing, I could pull on my armor as quickly as any soldier in the DQ worlds. I managed to get dressed and get my sword ready just as the drakee burst into the room.
With little room to swing my sword in the tight confines, I resorted to a maneuver that had served me quite well on numerous occasions. I blocked the screeching bat-like creature with my shield, constantly batting it toward walls. Finally, the critter was in the perfect position to smash it hard against the wall with my shield.
The sickening crunch told me that I'd surely busted several bones in the drakee's body. It slid down the wall in cartoon fashion, flopping off the simple hand-carved headboard of the bed to land on the mattress. I scraped it off onto the floor and stabbed my sword into it to finish the drakee off.
I heard a terrified woman's scream from outside the inn, and I certainly couldn't ignore that. I found the innkeeper furiously bashing a red slime to death with a broom, and other members of his family likewise dispatching other slimes with various household implements.
With everything under control inside the inn, I stepped outside. Everywhere I looked people were battling slimes and drakees. While the townsfolk were doing well against the slimes, the flying drakees were staying out of reach and diving in to attack. The townsfolk had few weapons that could attack the airborne menaces.
I drew my sword with a wicked grin. I pointed it at the nearest drakee and tracked the creature's movement. I released a fireball from the sword just ahead of the creature's path, and it fell like a screaming meteor to the earth below. My second fireball missed, but the third and fourth connected.
Facing my effective fireball assault, the drakees took to their wings and fled the town. Without the distraction of the flying monsters, the slimes didn't stand a chance. Red and blue goo soon coated the cracked flagstones throughout the town.
With the threat finally ended, I turned to find the innkeeper wiping his brow after smashing a final slime to the ground. Towns were safe havens from monsters in the game, unless the plot demanded otherwise, so I was a little surprised at the attack. "Does this happen often?"
The innkeeper shook his head. "Never before have any monsters dared to attack the town. It has happened before in other towns, but the monsters there are far more fearsome."
Must be some last ditch effort to stop or distract the hero, I thought.
A group of soldiers suddenly burst through the main gate of town to fan out and stare with amazement at the carnage. I assumed by the embellishments on his armor that the one approaching the innkeeper and I was some sort of officer. When he addressed the innkeeper, that led me to the assumption that the man was some sort of unofficial governor in town.
The soldier took off his hat and said, "We were set upon in the castle as well. I apologize for not arriving sooner, but it appears you had things well in hand."
The innkeeper slapped me on the shoulder and said, "Nay. Were it not for this traveler and his magical sword, we surely would have still struggled against the invading creatures even now."
The soldier looked me over and grunted approvingly. "The King will surely wish to reward you for your bravery, traveler."
I could tell that the guy was fishing for a name, so I supplied one. "Thakkor."
The soldier raised his eyebrows. "You seem to share the bravery and skill of the man for whom you are named."
That was a surprise. Apparently, my most common name in DQ Three actually translated over to the legend in this world. "Just did what I could," I responded with a shrug.
"Please, come with us and guest in the castle. The King will surely receive you in the morning."
I knew better than to refuse a Royal summons, even when issued without the direct word of the King. I turned to the innkeeper and clapped him on the shoulder. "Looks like you're getting an even better deal than before. You get double the rent for half a night."
"Would that we could repay you for what you have done this night," he said, clasping my hand in a firm handshake.
"No need," I responded, not knowing what else to say.
I followed the soldiers back to the castle, where they put me up in a far more comfortable room within the castle. With the adrenaline rush gone, I soon slipped back into an exhausted slumber once more.
I was awakened politely, but insistently, the next day by an attractive middle-aged woman. The castle servants had somehow managed to polish my armor and bring in a tub without waking me, a testament to exactly how tired I was when I hit the hay. I was still pretty hazy when I tossed back the covers to climb out of bed.
I came back to my senses just in time to notice the woman glancing away from my morning erection, hidden only by my boxers, and blushing furiously. She looked once more before closing the door, and I had to wonder if she'd find some excuse to come back in once she assumed I was in the bath.
Washed and dressed in my sparkling armor, I had to admit that I cut a pretty dashing figure in the full-length mirror. Too bad this look wouldn't work quite so well in the real world.
A knock a few minutes later revealed another servant hoping I was ready, because the King was ready to see me. I was rather ill prepared for what awaited me when I exited the door. Quite a few of the townsfolk had turned out along with everyone in the castle to line the pathway to the stairs where the King and Gwaelin awaited.
As soon as I stepped outside, armored men on either side of the path presented weapons, while others took up instruments. It was a little hard to not straighten my back and puff out my chest as the powerful, swelling cords of Overture sounded, the common theme of all the games. It never failed to give me goose bumps the first time it rang out whenever I started a new game, and it had the same effect upon me then.
At the same time memories of getting my hands on a new game for the first time flooded through me, I also felt a little like I was reliving the end of the first Star Wars. It all combined to make me forget pretty much the entire procession, and the speech the King gave. I have no idea how I responded, and I only really came down as I ascended the stairs to the throne room with the King.
The King wearily took a seat on his throne while Gwaelin took her place across from him. It was only then that I really noticed her. Damn, the hero is one lucky bastard, I thought as I looked at her. Gwaelin appeared to be about nineteen, with honey-gold hair that hung in perfect ringlets framing her face, and even the conservative gown she wore could do little to hide her perfect figure. She looked like a supermodel, but something in her eyes bespoke a lot more humanity than that, despite her lofty station.
I had to fight the urge to chuckle as I remembered that I'd gone to rest at the inn with the hero while carrying Gwaelin home after rescuing her in the game. I had to wonder if the hero took opportunity to do more than sleep before returning her home to her father. I don't know how he could have resisted.
"We wish to offer our thanks personally for your brave and noble deeds in protecting our citizens. We also wish to ask of you a boon, Thakkor."
Crap. Knew this was too good to be true. "How may I be of service, your Majesty?"
"One has come to us in need of escort to the city of Kol, and we cannot spare the soldiers to accompany her. The fair lady now intends to make the journey alone, and this weighs heavily upon our heart."
I could almost hear the knobby-kneed old man chuckling in my ear.
I knew I was trapped, so I put on my best Mandorallen lofty nobility and responded, "Surely it doth weigh heavily upon mine own heart to consider the peril that a woman wouldst face alone upon the long, harsh journey to fair Kol, and I cannot in good conscience allow this to come to pass so long as I do possess the strength to lift mine sword, your Majesty. I do vouchsafe that the fair lady shall meet no misfortune so long as she doth travel at my side, though the foulest of monsters and creatures of the dark do beset us in our grand journey to the safe environs of fair Kol."
I was rather proud of myself when the King paused, obviously needing a moment to process my answer. If I'd opened up on him full force, I'd probably have knocked his crown off waxing poetic and verbose.
"We are most pleased and grateful to hear such fine news, noble Thakkor. The fair lady impatiently awaits your answer, having agreed to wait only at our insistence after hearing of your deeds within Brecconary. We do hope you can leave on your journey soon, as we doubt she shall wait for much longer."
"I need only what I have, your Majesty. We may set out this very morn, from this very room."
"Our beloved daughter, so recently returned to us from the clutches of darkness, will escort you to the fair lady immediately then. We do fear that we must take council with wise men to discern the best course of action in light of the recent attacks."
"I understand, your Majesty," I said with a bow.
Gwaelin stood and gestured for me to approach. While she maintained her royal demeanor as she escorted me out of the throne room, I could see it falling from her shoulders like an unwanted cloak as soon as we closed the door. She pulled something from the bodice of her gown and glanced down at it. The heart shaped pendant could be only one thing, the twin amulet to the one the hero carried — Gwaelin's love.
"He'll return to you soon enough, safe and triumphant. You'll know long before he arrives, however, as light and life returns to the world ahead of him."
She turned to look at me with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "I pray that you speak true, but are you a prognosticator? Is the future yours to behold?"
I smiled and replied, "I put my faith in the blood of Erdrick, and in the cause of justice. He has already delivered you from the clutches of a dragon and liberated the artifacts of his line from far and wide. What evil could stand against him?"
Gwaelin swelled with pride, love, and what I do believe was a hint of desire. "I believe as you do, though few share such high hopes. There is much of my love in you, I think. You resemble him, and so do your deeds. The one you are to escort is as dear to me as a sister, and it gives me comfort to know that she will travel with one such as you."
"I'll protect her, Gwaelin."
Her smile was absolutely radiant. "So few will speak my name because of my station. It sounds almost as fine on your lips as upon those of my beloved Matusen, and though I like your noble tongue, I find your common speaking also a welcome change. I will take you to Renelle, that you may see her safely to Kol. She had experienced a vision, and I believe time is of the essence to see her delivered there."
"I'll get her there as quickly as possible."
Gwaelin knocked on a door and said, "Renelle, he says he'll escort you. He's ready to leave whenever you are."
The door opened to reveal a woman that could very well have been Gwaelin's twin, except for subtle differences in their facial features. Renelle's robe gave me a better view of her body than Gwaelin's gown, but it also revealed the woman's profession.
Well, at least I don't have to worry about getting into trouble with her, I thought as I recognized her cleric's vestments.
"I've heard about what you did in the town. I'm glad you're willing to protect me on the journey to Kol."
"Whenever you're ready," I responded.
"Please be careful," Gwaelin said, taking Renelle's hand.
"I will," Renelle responded. "We must go now. I have waited to long already."
"My father has provided some things to aid you on your journey. I wish it could be more, but..."
I held up my hand and smiled. "I understand. You have a whole nation to protect. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few — or the one."
The urge to do the Vulcan salute was almost impossible to resist.
Gwaelin led us to a pair of treasure chests containing the supplies she'd spoken of. Within were several bottles of fairy water, a large tent, a pair of bedrolls, healing herbs, and other camping essentials. The thought of camping out in a hostile land full of riled up monsters wasn't appealing, but I didn't see any real choice. The old man was going to get me to Kol somehow, and he'd found his way. At least this way, there would be two sets of eyes and ears.
Renelle was anxious to leave, and I'd barely packed the supplies into my magical bag before we were on the road.
I cast the repel spell the moment we stepped outside the castle walls. It was heartening to note that any monsters we encountered as we walked north fled long before we reached them. If the critters were affected by the repel spell, they would probably stay away from fairy water too.
Renelle marched along as though driven, lost in her own little world. I just kept my eyes open for trouble and didn't disturb her. Keeping my eyes on the road and the ever-thickening foliage wasn't exactly easy, though. Renelle's bottom swayed in the most hypnotic way when she walked, and seemed to have an almost magnetic effect on my eyes. It helped to pass the time and dull a little of the depressing nature of the scenery as we moved farther away from civilization.
I could feel my energy winding down and tell that Renelle was getting tired too, and that's the only reason I knew it was night. With no sun, moon, stars, or even change in the light, it was the only way I knew how much time had passed. Despite her weariness, Renelle was still marching resolutely toward the first bridge. I got the impression that she'd just keep on walking until we reached Kol unless I pulled her up short.
"Renelle, neither of us is going to be very alert if we keep going. We need to make camp for the night and get some rest. We're just going to run into stronger monsters across the bridge, trust me."
She looked around as if only now realizing where we were. She sighed and said, "I suppose you're right."
"I'll get the tent up. If you don't mind gathering up some dried grass and any kindling you can find nearby, I'll get a fire going. Not much point in it since it isn't actually going to get dark or cold, but camping without a fire just feels wrong."
I actually had to tear my eyes away from her when she smiled. She was beautiful enough anyway, but her smile made her look absolutely angelic. Her voice was just as incredible. "None talk about the way things were anymore. Everyone has given up hope."
I shrugged and said, "I've known Matusen for a long time. I've got faith in him."
Renelle's smile lost a little of its light, and it worried me more than a little how sad that made me feel. Her eyes hardened with determination then, and she said, "That's why I must reach Kol as quickly as possible."
"Your vision?"
She nodded. "The goddess Rubiss spoke to me in my dreams. The dark one imprisoned her when he sealed away the ball of light. She has mustered her power until I was ready. I must free her. Without the power she gives to goodly magic, I fear even the blood of Erdrick may not be enough to see Matusen to victory."
This wasn't part of the game, I thought. Rubiss wasn't even in the original Dragon Quest. Hearing that she was captured didn't sit well with me. "Then we need to get you where you're going." I rolled out the tent and said, "But for now, we need some rest."
Renelle nodded and her smile brightened a little once more. She turned to gather kindling for our fire.
After a quick bite, we spread out our bedrolls for the night. I didn't sleep very well, partly because I was nervous all night about the fairy water doing its job. More than anything, it was some subtle, enticing scent that Renelle wore. I hadn't really noticed it while we were walking, but within the confines of the tent, I couldn't ignore it. Between her perfume and the sight of her curled up in her blankets so close to me, I had a hard time thinking about much of anything else. I did finally drop off after going outside to clear my head and sprinkle some extra fairy water around.
Shortly after we awakened the next day and crossed the bridge, I felt the hackles on the back of my neck stand up. I'd come to trust this sixth sense even in the real world, and I'd really started to pay attention to it since I'd awakened in the DQ universe. "Renelle, keep your eyes open and stay close."
"What's wrong?"
"Something's up. I have a feeling that our good luck with the fairy water is about to run out." I drew my sword in anticipation and strapped on my shield.
We kept walking, our eyes warily scanning the scrub and tall grass for signs of danger. I barely caught the quiet chant and saw a flash of movement in time to interpose my body between the magician and Renelle.
The fireball from the magician's hurt spell exploded against my magic armor, the potent magical gear protecting me from all but a little warm breeze of air. I actually heard the cloaked magic user mutter, Uh oh, from his place of concealment in a knot of small, thick pine trees.
"That's not a fireball," I said in my best Crocodile Dundee as I raised my sword. "This is a fireball," I finished as I unleashed the sword's power. While it wasn't really much stronger than the magician's hurt spell, I could unleash the blasts far more quickly than he could cast the spell.
The wizard dived away from the first fireball, and then proceeded to do his best to dance out of the way of the volley I sent toward him. Soon enough, he was rolling around on the ground trying to put out his smoldering robe.
When he managed to tear away the hem that threatened to burst into flames, I was standing right above him with my sword pointed at him. "You're rare right now. If you don't want to try for well done, I'd suggest you sit nice and still before I decide to throw another shrimp on the barbee."
Remarkable to me, the magician lunged past me toward Renelle with a growl. Feeling more than a little squeamish about killing another person, I opted to rap him smartly on the back of the head with my shield instead. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the ground.
"Nutbag must be bleedin' suicidal," I muttered as I kicked him to make sure he was really out. Considering I gave him the nutcracker suite and he didn't even budge, I felt it safe to assume he was well and truly unconscious.
Renelle approached cautiously and said, "I feared as much. The Dragonlord knows about my quest."
Frikkin' piddly-ass magician shouldn't have been able to get through the repel spell, I thought as I regarded the downed magic user. I wouldn't have expected anything short of a wyvern or a werewolf to have the guts to approach someone of my 'level' through the repel spell. "Then we need to get you to Kol as quickly as possible. I'll feel better with some stout walls between us and the Dragonlord's hordes."
"We must spend at least one more night in the wilderness, but I believe we can reach a place of safety in time."
I asked, "Where's that?"
"There is a cave that once served as a waypoint for travelers across the river. There is a shrine to Rubiss there where I believe we might find both safety and comfort."
It wasn't anything that existed in the game, but I took her word for it. "Let's just make sure that Wizzo the magician here doesn't come following us." A few chanted words later, my sleep spell compounded the bonk on his head to ensure that he wouldn't be following us any time soon.
The next magician was a little braver than the first, so I saw him just as he started his spell. My flame sword was far quicker than his spell casting, and I used the distraction of him putting out his robes to zap him with a sleep spell. I'd no more than sent him off to the Sandman before I noticed another magician in some bushes not far away. Some movement farther up the trail told me that there were probably more. I decided that an example might just be in order.
The hurtmore spell had greater range and power than the hurt spell the magicians knew, so I had plenty of time to speak the chant and make the gestures. The resulting fireball blew the magician out of his bushes and sent him rolling down the hill toward the next one down the line.
The flight of robed figures was almost comical. Two of them actually collided head on and managed to knock themselves out. We stayed atop the rise for a little while before continuing, and we had no trouble when we reached the bottom.
"Looks like they got the point this time," I chuckled as I stepped on a piece of smoldering robe.
Renelle asked, "How is it that you know that spell?"
I shrugged, even though I knew that I had the same spells as the hero. "I just picked it up somewhere."
"Few are blessed with that magic that do not serve the darkness. Only the most noble and trusted of warriors and wizards is allowed to learn that powerful magic. It is carefully controlled."
"Well, I don't serve the Dragonlord, I can tell you that."
Renelle smiled then, relieving my worry that she thought I was some spy for the bad guys. "There is much more to you than is obvious. You are unique."
"More than you know, and not all of it is that great," I chuckled.
"We should continue," Renelle said rather hastily, as though she wanted to change the subject.
I nodded in response and set off again. Rather than walking ahead or behind me as she had for most of the journey, she fell into step with me instead. A couple more magicians showed their faces, and so did a few magidrakees. The latter fled from my repel spell, and word had apparently reached the former, because they all took to their heels the moment I aimed my sword at them.
We were both feeling the effects of our long march when we reached the bridge. I knew we would face stronger monsters on the other side, but the promise of a safe haven was enough to keep me going. Luck was with us, and we reached the cave without further incident.
The cave was well hidden by both an overhanging rock formation and a large, thick stand of trees. Once we ducked into the entrance, the cavern opened up into a wide space that had a ceiling high enough for me to stand upright, but not much more.
"Do you feel it?" Renelle asked with an angelic smile.
I had no idea what she was talking about at first, but then it hit me. "It's that sort of warm feeling I get when I cast the repel spell, except a lot stronger."
"This cave is protected by the magic of the goddess. The Dragonlord's evil has not yet reached this sanctuary."
A quick look around, aided by my radiant spell, revealed a source of clean water, plenty of wood for fires, and a fire pit with a natural chimney that worked very well. Concerned about the smoke, I went outside and looked to see that the smoke emerged quite some distance away from the actual cave in an area where swirling winds diffused it almost instantly.
"Think I'll go without the armor tonight. Sleeping in a tin can isn't the most restful thing in the world," I said as I sat back from our evening meal.
"We might take this opportunity to wash," Renelle suggested, and I had little doubt it was a subtle hint. Walking around in an iron suit tends to leave the distinctive smell of sweat and rust on you.
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Joanna's best friend Tiffani had called her up and invited her over to see something very special. Tiffani was very secretive on the phone as to what it was. She said it was something that Joanna would never believe in a million years. With her curiosity peaked Joanna left her home immediately and soon arrived at Tiffani's house. Joanna rang the bell and within a few seconds Tiffani opened the door. They hugged upon seeing each other as old friends often do. Once the hug was broken,...
A new virtual reality technology has been created and facilities all over the world have been popping up. Large buildings filled with these VR Pods all with their own themed virtual world designed to their fantasies. You are an excited newcomer to the technology and want to use it to live out your BDSM latex fantasy. There are several facilities to choose from all with different rules in your area.
BDSM04 June 2020 Darkness. That's all Flight Lieutenant James Robertson could see when he opened his eyes. No light seeped under a door or through a gap in a window's curtains. Where the hell am I? Is this death? No this wasn't death. His head hurt far too much for that to be the case. The aches and pains from the ejection were very much still there too. He tried moving but found himself chained to the wall, his hands over his head. His ankle throbbed in pain. It could be worse though,...
This story is a Fan-Fiction saddled in the Whateley Academy Universe created by Maggie Finson and other Authors. Please notice that English isn't my native language and I'm still working on my grammar. First of all I want to thank the Canon Authors for their incredible inspiring tales as well as my editors and collaborative Authors Nuuan & Shadowsblades check out their stories if you have time for it. Thanks also for reading this little introduction, I hope you have fun...
Sorkana's Rise, on Dragon Wings By: Malissa Madison She lay atop D'ven, her body shivering in the aftermath of ecstasy like she had never known before. There had only been two other experiences in her life that made her feel this good. The day she had Impressed Gayleth, and the day she had risen in her first mating flight. His hand came up, his fingers gently tracing the lines of her face. "As much as I would like to do this all day, we need to get around. B'nard is due back with...
Ser Alec Longstroke (his last name a call to an ancestor who used a spear-like sword to defeat a foe one) had been riding his horse, which was wearing a white and red cloth caparison and who’s name was Fira, for almost a week now. He was a knight of a guild and he specialized in hunting what had done this to the countryside, dragons. His destination was the Castle Rooker, a place that a dragon would have rested before it moved on. It was his hope that the dragon was still there and that the...
Ser Alec Longstroke (his last name a call to an ancestor who used a spear-like sword to defeat a foe one) had been riding his horse, which was wearing a white and red cloth caparison and who’s name was Fira, for almost a week now. He was a knight of a guild and he specialized in hunting what had done this to the countryside, dragons. His destination was the Castle Rooker, a place that a dragon would have rested before it moved on. It was his hope that the dragon was still there and that...
The following new characters appear in this chapter: Muadhnait Graham Doctor, OB/GYN, an older woman of indeterminate age, but surely more than 70 years old. She was about 5’-6’’ tall and thin with short gray hair. Her eyes were as black as coal. Gerald Employee, Dragon offspring, 5’-11’’ tall, 185 pounds, 28 years old, black hair, dark eyes By the time we were finished, I was famished. All of the flying, and the repairs had taken a lot of work and Magic. The four of us flew back...
Dragon's first Flight pt.2As Dragon slowly returns to the land of present, I remove the spreader bar from between her legs and decide I need one last taste of her lovely pussy juice. On my way back up to untie her hands from above her head, my tongue finds each of her still perky nipples and gives them a little flick each. Finally, I untie her hands and I help her ease them down to her side. If anyone has had their arms tied above their head, they'll know that your arm muscles kind of go...
I acknowledge this story will not be everyone's cup of tea. I also acknowledge that this is probably a rather niche genre. I make no apologies for that but I do hope it finds an audience. The tags below should give you an idea of what content is within. The sex in this chapter is somewhat limited but I promise there will be far far more of it in Chapter 2 and it will involve both men and women. Finally. I'm definitely a bit of an aviation geek, as you'll probably tell if you read on,...
Over the course of the next three months the dragon had to sleep spell the woman a lot as she would go into hysterics or act as though she was going to try to hurt herself. But by the end of the third month, they both knew there was something different and wrong going on. The child was growing at a very fast rate and the dragon decided that the woman couldn't grow any more and size shifted the child so that it could continue to grow as well as letting the woman survive. That was also when...
PERSIAN STYLE VENGEACE ???? SHE? RA? v? DRAGON QUEEN ?By Sonya Esperanto ([email protected]) Synopsis: About the animated heroine She Ra (from Masters of the Universe and had her own series) being defeated by a sadistic Oriental villainess, who makes She Ra her bdsm slave. Story: Our Earth Dragon Queen entered an abandoned mansion that had a Victorian look to it. As far as she was concerned, it might as well be a haunted house.Dragon Queen was a tall, slim...
The Dragon and the Wager By Morpheus With a deafening roar, the enormous reptilian creature easily soared through the air, his body held aloft by a pair of powerful leather wings. Nearly every inch of the creature was covered with thick, virtually impervious scales and from the end of his long tail to the tip of his snout, he was a creature to be feared. If his sheer size alone weren't enough, a single glance at his long claws or vicious saber like teeth were enough to terrify any...
Chapter Four: Taming the Naughty Dragon-Mother By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea My dragon mother seized me by the shoulders and...
Knight Angela – Dominari’s Lair, The Despeir Mountains Lady Delilah’s draconic jaws opened above me. My arms burned. The power of Gewin’s blessing buttressed my limbs, keeping the immense weight of the dragon from crushing me as her claw pinned me to the cave floor. But as I looked into her open jaw at the sharp teeth dripping, the reek of sulfur of her breath, I saw my death. I had failed. My companions were scattered, dead or dying. She was too much for us. I grit my teeth, straining...
New characters appearing in this chapter: Barchanaus Leader of the Light Blue Dragon Clan, created Al and Alva as Familiars Kildarcsh Leader of the Red Dragon Clan, Ken’s great grandfather a number of times removed Khawlhring Red Dragon, Maddy’s husband, father of her twins, Kennith Sweeney in his Dragon form That evening, David and those on the Executive Committee who had gone with him went to meet with the Mayor and the City Council to explain the results, or rather, the lack of...
Heather couldn't believe she was standing in the castle keep of the Dragon Mistress. Legends were told of this woman's power. The fear she command was only exceeded by her beauty. Her hair was long and thick, a fiery copper coloured. Her eyes were a commanding bright green, so green it was as though even in human form she couldn't keep the dragon from showing inside her. She sat on a throne and stared at Heather in a way that was both enticing and dismissive. Heather wanted to shuffle her...
It appeared that the world had turned upside down during our time in the mountain. A few quick looks outside revealed a number of things. The light from the mid-afternoon sun, which was on the west side of the mountain, revealed at least 20 Dragons in the sky over and around this side of the mountain from my point of view. There were probably more that I couldn’t see. They were in a multitude of colors. In the cove below, there were a large number of their followers, or as I realized now,...
Dragon's first flightOn my way to the airport to pick up Dragon, I'm sweating already, even though it's only 50 degrees outside. I arrive at the short term parking lot at the airport with my balls aching at the workout I'm sure they will get over the next 2 days. You see, Dragon and I have been KIK friends for over 2 years now and have been, how do I say it, very intimate with each other. We've both exchanged nude pics of ourselves to the other one and even had a couple of video calls,...
SRU: Paper Dragon By Kim West I wish to thank Bill Hart for creating the SRU Universe and allowing others to have a chance to play in it. The story I have come up with is loosely based on "Puff the Magic Dragon." I hope you will enjoy the following. There once was a little rascal by the name of Jack Paper who loved to destroy everything in his path. His bedroom looked like a cyclone had hit it, and this would be only moments after his mother had cleaned it for him. His toys usually...
Tintaglia Maddy’s Dragon name, she is a Light Blue Dragon, the only Female in the last 4,000 years or so. The trio of young Wizards appeared outside of the building where Kennith had previously worked a few seconds after leaving the Ley Line Wizards building. They smiled on seeing the wards around the building. Joining hands, they cast a spell to crash not only all of the wards protecting the building, but in addition, all of the wards that those working there were monitoring or closing...
The sun was half way down when they saw the village. In the woman's mind it had not changed one bit as they came to land in the field behind her home. It had also been decided that Dracon would not call her mother as that would start a whole new set of problems. There were screams and yells and then men with axes, pitchforks and bows, there were even a sword or two came running. They all stopped as the woman's son set his mother down gently. "You can put your weapons away." None moved....
The water was cold, and dark, but the hands that gripped her ankles and pulled her down were colder. The babes in her womb stirred. Fear. Her babies were scared. Anger boiled in Alluna’s veins and her body began to glow beneath the inky black sea water. The mermaids’ faces looked at her in alarm. They were not pretty creatures. Their hair swirled around their scaly fish-eyed faces. Full lips pulled back to reveal their needle-like teeth as they dragged her deeper. “Release me,” Alluna...
SupernaturalVirlane stood outside his lair, he spread his wings and stretched, his neck arching, he flexed his talons and sighed with pleasure, he turned to watch Trink heading down the mountain path muttering about donkeys and his most treasured assets. Virlane entered his lair, prowling around, looking, touching, smelling, it was all there, just as he had left it, not that there had been any doubt, Dragons are just rather possessive about their hoards. He went into his study, touching his books that...
Introduction: Part 4 of the Highacre Dragon Breeders Saga Highacre Dragon Breeders part 4 – Mimis dragon Mimi sat quietly on her bed. She had received a package that morning from her parents. The box was plain, wrapped in brown packaging paper and secured with brown twine. Her parents sent her one of these packages each month, normally they were made up of her favourite chocolate and new clothes but something felt different about this box, it was slightly heavier than the last she had...
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...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! This warning is possibly not needed for this particular story, but I am including it because it is needed for most of my stories. If you decide to read other of my stories make sure that you read the disclosures and warnings at the beginning of each story. All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any...
Introduction: The Highacre Dragon Breeders Saga continues Highacre Dragon Breeders part 3 Impregnation A month had passed since Mimi had first joined the Highacre dragon stables and she had completed her basic lessons and training. She was now a junior stable hand under the direction of Arryn, one of the senior stable hands. Mimi spent her evenings with Viktoria discussing the need for the breeding program they ran and began her more advanced lessons in dragonology and stable management....
Dragon's Flight pt3Seeing Dragon laying there with her gaping pussy gets my juices flowing and I climb on top of her pushing her legs together. As I begin to slide my cock into her, I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back toward me. My cock is rock hard as I ease into her pussy and I can feel her juices flowing along my shaft. Slowly I fuck her and with every stroke Dragon moans. I lean over to her right ear and whisper, "Are you enjoying yourself? I know that I am." All that...
Oh, you already know what it is, it’s Bad Dragon, and I’m about to pop off. These things have been taking over the market like it’s nobody’s business, and I am not surprised. Bad Dragon, as a company, has changed the shape of the ideal male penis. That’s how fucking influential they’ve become. It is now out of style to have a regularly shaped penis. You have to sport a dragon cock, or else you don’t get the pussy. I have a gigantic penis, so naturally, none of the women I’ve ever fucked have...
Online Sex Toys ShopsOur first encounter was a virtual one through an online game. My name is Noah and I was a host of a strong alliance in the online game and she, Jane was a new member to the alliance. Jane had come over from a dying alliance and I was one of the best players in the game. Jane knew she could learn from him and become a stronger player.We chatted a lot about the game, I gave her more responsibility and they became closer. Jane opened up and expressed her feelings, she lived in Tasmania and her...
A month had passed since Mimi had first joined the Highacre dragon stables and she had completed her basic lessons and training. She was now a junior stable hand under the direction of Arryn, one of the senior stable hands. Mimi spent her evenings with Viktoria discussing the need for the breeding program they ran and began her more advanced lessons in dragonology and stable management. Viktoria had told her she wanted to train her to be her replacement when she retired. Mimi was both...
When I masturbate, I imagine that my penis is a dragon.If my penis were a dragon, he would be deep reddish-gold and bigger than a horse. He’d have two strong legs and two bat wings with a span even longer than he is. He’d have scaly pointed fox ears, whiskers, long sharp teeth, and eyes that you’d better not look into.Most of the time, the dragon sleeps, curled up in a ball like a cat. Or he wakes, stretches, yawns, and goes back to sleep.But at night he wakes up, and I can feel him in my chest...
MasturbationA squirrel quietly munched an acorn. It looked up, and noticed a translucent figure approaching. "Boo" the ghost tried. The squirrel seemed unimpressed and casually moved on to another acorn. The ghost drifted lightly over the ground, back and forth, searching, blending with the early morning fog. Ahead loomed a building; perhaps this was the place it seeks. It was the Chapel. No help there for a ghost. "Nooooooo!" the ghost cried, hauntingly. "Why will no one help me?" "Perhaps,"...
We were close to the cave; you could see a thin trail of smoke fluttering out of its entrance; the air warming the closer we got. My ears detected some mix of a growl and a purr emanating from the cave as well that sent a strong tingle fluttering down my spine making my muscles clench; I knew I was being watched. “Send him in…” the deep voice rumbled; more tingles and not just in my spine… They took off my chains and got me just out of site into the darkness; and left me for dead. Or so...
The Dragon Slayer By Toni Marks Copyright © 2017 Mary Robinson watched her son Tom finishing his oatmeal. She had lovingly prepared the hot cereal with raisins and brown sugar, just the way her son liked it. Tom was such a good boy, so unlike his older brother. In truth, they were only half brothers. Tom was the natural son of Ed Robinson, Mary's husband until his untimely death eighteen months ago. She and Tommy had taken it hard, but not as severely as Martin, her oldest...
Introduction: A new-comer really does make everyone cum. Viktoria sat quietly at her desk, a pile of application forms for a Dragon Handler position in front of her. One of her prize studs, Stallion, needed a new handler because his last had recently retired. Viktoria didnt want to hire a woman for the position, knowing Stallions temperment and demeaner he would not listen to a female handler. Sadly so far all the applicants had been young boys fresh out of college with no real experience. She...
Book One: The Quest Chapter Three: The Hopeless Quest By mypenname3000 Copyright 2015 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this! Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare “Anoint her and give her a Quest!” screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight's tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face. My face was smeared with pussy juices. Knight Angela was a squirter. I did love eating pussy, but now my insides twisted as I awaited to hear what horrible Quest she received...
Training is in the eye of the beholder, like many other things, I guess. Being trained by a semi-imaginary six foot tall blue lizard? That's just a little strange, even for me, and I've seen some strange stuff. River has spent a good bit of time in the Imhur, so I know she's seen some stranger stuff than I have. What I found truly interesting was the lizard's continual use of what I would have called 'Earthisms', phases and attitudes that seemed to have been drawn from the...
Note: This is part of a larger work featuring a Dragon called Norman. The land (the Kingdom) where he lives is not found on modern maps, and the stories are as passed down by the great story-tellers of history. It was/is written purely for fun. And yes, it is English English. If you are looking for a story loaded with sexual encounters, look elsewhere. Those who stay the course may find a little gentle amusement. Positive comments are welcome. © Handley_Page, 2011. From the annals of ‘Norman...
Princess Johna's faithful unicorn steed, Sparkle, teleported into the Dragon's den right behind the owner's unwilling guest. He used his horn to cut the ropes which were bidding his rider's hands. As Sir Dragon was preparing to react to his uninvited guest; the damsel, who was no longer in distress, jumped on the back of her faithful companion and got the lance from the side of the saddle. Princess Johna, the pretty pretty dragon slayer, said, as she was riding her charging unicorn...
Danya had been anticipating this moment for, well, literally for YEARS she realized as she rushed into the house. She could still remember the first time she heard about this game, and it must have been three years ago. There was an article in VR Gaming magazine, one of those little sidelines on coming games and industry buzz. VirtuTech, a new company, had announced they were developing a new style of game that would go beyond virtual. Through a combination of breakthrough software and...
Prologue Sunlight poked through the cracks of the window shutters; glittering rays dancing across the grey stones of the tower room floor. Alluna hadn’t opened the shutters, unable to bear the sight of another perfect day. The scene would be the same—the tall grass in the field rolling and swaying with the caress of summer breeze, surrounded by a sea of deep green forest beyond. The trees always danced and whispered amongst themselves, making Alluna envy them. They were surrounded by their own...
SupernaturalBY THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN, Steven was up with his bedroll packed and his staff in his hand. Jasper arose sleepily and slowly. “Do we have to leave already?” he said plaintively. “It’s hardly morning.” “You don’t have to leave, my friend,” said Steven, “but I want to be on the road and searching for the dragon.” “Can you wait while I get ready?” Jasper asked. Reluctantly, Steven agreed, but couldn’t help pacing back and forth in impatience. 103,320. 103,321. Steven had added three hundred...
The following new characters appear in this chapter: The Spirits of Magic: The Spirit of Ley Line Magic, the largest of the Spirits, it appeared to be a strong young man of about twenty-five years of age or so. The Spirit of Ordinary Magic, the younger brother, appeared to be a young man of eighteen or nineteen years of age. The Spirit of Witch Magic, their sister, appeared to be a young woman of twenty or twenty-one years of age. The Spirit of Black Magic, their cousin, was a figure in...
I apologize BIG-TIME THIS IS MY OFFICIAL WARNINGThis is a **** story... bad stuff happens.I deeply apologize for not warning you guys the first time, If you don't like this please don't read. I have not made any alterations to this chapter as a side note.Okay my first attempt at lemonyness... be nice please no trolls or flames constructive criticism please. Also I don't own Httyd... the mistakes I do.An eighteen year old Astrid Haddock cuts her way through the forest behind her home heading for...
"Anoint her and give her a Quest!" screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight's tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face. My face was smeared with pussy juices. Knight Angela was a squirter. I did love eating pussy, but now my insides twisted as I awaited to hear what horrible Quest she received that would drag me away from the temple for weeks or even months. "Let it be easy, Saphique," I prayed into Angela's pussy. "And I'll be the most faithful priestess ever. I'll...