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Groaning as she woke up, she cracked her eyes open and saw that there was still light in the cave and it seemed even brighter than when she fell asleep. Realizing that she must have slept a whole day away, she rolled over and saw the giant puddle of cum the dragon had produced. Gagging she stood up and covered her mouth as she nearly threw up, revolted by the sight and the reminder of what she had eaten. Touching her hand to her mouth, she felt it was all crusted and sticky. Taking it away quickly, she saw that they were covered in dry cum from having used them to eat. Bile rising in her throat, she threw up and bent over as she did so, expelling some of the white liquid from herself in two deep heaves, issuing another two strong coughs that shook her as she brought up what was left in her throat. As she panted, recovering her breath, she looked down at her hands and the dirt and grime that was covering her body. I really need a bath. Now. Because this is disgusting, she thought to herself as she stood back up, looking in the direction of the pool.

Starting to head towards it, she looked at her hands again, both of them covered in the dragon's hardened semen and tried to move them to no avail, her fingers locked in place. On her way to the pool she tried to scrape some of the hardened fluid away by rubbing her hands together but it was stuck firm. Finally reaching the edge of the pool she quickly jumped in gasping as the cool water enveloped her nude body. Dunking her hands under the water she ran them against each other vigorously hoping that the water would loosen up the spunk. Slowly at first, it began to rub off her hands allowing them to gain their mobility back bit by bit before the water soaked into it more thoroughly and it started to come off much easier. The water around her arms becoming slightly cloudy as the glue-like substance rubbed away. Splashing water up and down her forearms she started rubbing away at the cum that had reached there eventually washing that away as well.

As she cleaned herself up she reflected on what the hell happened and why. Why the hell would a lizard be interested in me? Even if it's a particularly horny one, wouldn't it be more interested in one of its own species? Or is it the last of its kind and had nothing else? Goddamnit, so many questions but I can't even ask for answers. No way in hell some horny lizard could understand me. And why did it look afraid? Surely it couldn't be afraid of me, I'm like 100 times smaller than it is! And it even had the gall to seem sorry after it raped me! As if it could be. Probably what boys call post-nut clarity, If it's even intelligent enough to be sorry, the damn lizard. Flushing a little bit remembering how she felt when she came near it, and remembering its musk, that smell though... the hell was that? Some sort of aphrodisiac? Making me feel that way... Fuck that lizard to hell. And then when it made me ride it... even her voice in her head quavering a bit with emotion as her eyes welled up from embarrassment ... it felt good... Rubbing her eyes with her now clean arm free of tears, she stood still and dropped her arm back into the water feeling weak and defeated. Sniffling, she looked down at the water through blurry eyes. It's never felt like that, she continued, not even when... ending the thought before she went there again, she shook her head and steeled her resolve once again. No, it was that scent that did that to me, if it made me feel horny, then it definitely would have made it feel good like that when it raped me.

Satisfied with her reasoning and not wanting to think about it any more, she focused on cleaning herself up in the cool water. Scrubbing herself once again with her bare hands. Rubbing up and down her smooth body she scrubbed off the loose grime from the cave floor and splashed the water over her shoulders to clean them as well cleaning off the sweat from her body after yesterday's exertion. Pushing her hair back she dunked her head under the water again and scrubbed it for all she was worth, determined to feel clean after the encounter with the dragon. Bringing her head up above the water again she took a deep and satisfying breath of air and exhaled, water dripping from her hair into the water making a calming dripping sound. The silence of the cavern almost amplifying it. Pausing as she realized she hadn't drank anything in a while she cupped her hands and drank from the cool clear water, the feeling making her realize how thirsty she was. Taking several gulps she sighed with relief and decided to relax for a while. Wading out deeper into the water she stopped touching the bottom and swam onto her back, floating there and watching the ceiling of the cavern as the light that came from the entrance reflected off the pool and cast lazily shifting light patterns there. She floated there for a while trying to forget what had happened for the time being and just existing in the moment, the calm silence of the cavern almost making her fall asleep a few times.

After an hour or two of floating there watching the ever shifting lights, she finally readied herself to get out of the pool. Flipping back over to her front she swam towards the shallows again and climbed out of the water. Water dripping from her body, she walked back to where her clothes were, the journey feeling like it took no time at all. Reaching them she went to grab her shirt before remembering that the dragon had ripped it. Looking disappointedly at the ripped shirt she was holding she was about to put it back down when she realized that she could use it like a towel. Glad she still had some use for the shirt, she used it to towel herself off the best she could before laying it out flat to dry. Looking for her bra hoping it was still in one piece she quickly located it and saw that it was luckily all together having separated at the clasp in the back. Putting it on to have something to cover her chest, she grabbed her panties and slipped them on her legs. Grabbing her jeans she quickly pulled them on and buttoned them, her slightly damp legs catching on them a little bit. After getting fully dressed she looked up at the entrance of the cave where light was still streaming through. She could tell though by how the sky wasn't as bright as it had been when she woke up, that it was starting to get later, perhaps mid afternoon. Trying to think of something to do, she remembered the pile of treasure that the dragon was hoarding. Kind of excited to see if there were any special hidden treasures or was anything useful in there she started walking in its direction navigating the rougher terrain to get there, nearly falling a few times as she didn't have her shoes any longer, soiled as they were. However despite a few close calls she managed to get to her destination without falling once. The pile's golden splendor filled her view, and the light that reached it glinted beautifully off of all the ornate pieces of golden art. Walking around the pile as she hadn't really looked at it before there were many odds and ends that were of some interest.

Finding a particularly ornate golden locket that was inlaid with silver vines and emerald leaves sprouting from them in elaborate patterns, she fingered the golden clasp that was holding it shut and it opened surprisingly easily for its undoubtedly old age, uncovering a small portrait of a family. A wife, husband and small baby being held by the latter, expertly painted in front of a beautiful sunset, the subjects in it wearing clothes that were obviously that of nobles or royalty. After studying the details of the picture she closed it gently and locked it again. Holding it in her hand, she wondered how this ended up here in some dragon's hoard, already knowing the probable truth but not wanting to break the fantasy of the happy family together in the painting. Placing it gently back in the pile, she looked around more and found some particularly ostentatious goblets inlaid with almost as many precious stones as they could hold creating a quite gaudy display. Holding it up the cup didn't seem to even be all that practical due to how heavy it was. Just looking at the cup let her know all about what kind of people the previous owners were. Scoffing a little bit at the ridiculousness she put them back in the pile and started looking around again wanting to know more about the stories the treasure she found told her. Not finding anything else that caught her eye near the ground she started to carefully climb up the pile not wanting to slip or cut herself on something.

As she was climbing the pile she was also looking for something else to look at, something catching her eye she paused and picked it up, slightly precariously balanced on the pile she turned around so her back was on the pile the cool metal pressing against her skin and looked at the object she had picked up. It was a golden ball perhaps six inches in diameter intricately inlaid with silver or some other white, undoubtedly precious, metal forming the constellations of the night sky. The lines connecting the points thin and flush with the rest of the ball. Each line ending in a small pool of reflective metal, representing the stars she could not see. Even without any precious gems in it it was more beautiful than any of the other treasures she had seen to her, as it allowed her to see the stars once again that she had seen nearly every night on her three year journey along the path to Seattle. Rubbing her thumbs along the orb she felt small seams in it that she hadn't noticed before running horizontal to the correct orientation of stars. Studying it closer she saw that it was turning slowly, representing the movement of the invisible stars above her, counting the time since it had been made, undoubtedly hundreds of years ago. Amazed at the craftsmanship that it must have taken to create a clock like this that still ran hundreds of years afterwards without a sound, each of the rings on it slowly turning individually at different speeds all staying in perfect relation to each other. Going back down the few feet that she had climbed to reach the clock she placed it reverently on the ground so she could grab it later when she headed back to where she slept.

Climbing back up the pile she went a few more feet before spotting another thing that caught her interest again picking it up she turned over on her back and looked at the crown she had picked up. Made of a white metal that was slightly brighter than the silver she had seen before exactly like the stars inlaid on the globe. Realizing that it must be platinum if it wasn't silver she studied the white themed crown, the stones set in it all slightly different in shade and refractiveness and lines of pale white jade accenting everything. Among the clear white gemstones set in the crown many were obviously diamonds but the other stones seemed different in subtle ways but she didn't know enough about gems to tell what they were. The tranquil white of the crown held her attention for a few minutes before she set it down and started to climb the pile again. Nearly reaching the peak, she saw a mirror in the pile. She picked it up and climbed the last foot of the pile before looking at it, the clear face of it so smooth and reflective that it seemed as if she were staring into the face of a doppelganger.

Holding it by its ivory handle she looked at her face for the first time in days, her still slightly damp brown hair down to her shoulder blades, even though she couldn't see them in the mirror, it slightly tangled from having nothing to brush it with. Reaching up she held some of her hair and ran it through her fingers, smoothing it out somewhat. Her eyes traveling from her hair to her own in the mirror she stared deep into them trying to see something in her that she hadn't before, some sort of resolve or fire in them but only saw what she had before she had been kidnapped by that accursed dragon. The deep sapphire blue that reminded her of her mothers, the flecks of lighter and darker hues of blue in addition to the deep sapphire that dominated most of her eyes creating an almost hypnotizing effect. Her eyes one of the few parts about herself that she liked, as a trait that she had shared with her sister and mother. Her pale skin providing contrast between her deep eyes and dark hair. Staring at her reflection she asked it "What are you going to do now?" not expecting a response from it as she got none back. Sighing she looked up at the ceiling above her that blocked out the light and repeated herself "What are you going to do now..." The goal that had been in sight had been stripped away only to be replaced by the darkness of this cavern and the nightmare that she was all too familiar with. The unfairness of it all made her shout "WHY?!! Why me that you decided to do this to?!! HUH?!! ANSWER ME!!! I know that you can hear me! So tell me WHY!!! There's no one around to hear you so TELL ME!! God, you FUCKING bastard TELL ME WHY!!" But there was no answer to tell her why. No sound at all, not even an echo, her voice swallowed by the cavern. "Damn it...!" Looking back down at the mirror and thought to herself What am I going to do? I won't let that lizard have me for the rest of my life. But it probably will live longer than I will so I can't just escape or else I'm sure it'll just find me again. I'll have to kill it to be free of it. Making up her mind about what she had to do, she put down the mirror the last glimpse she caught of her face in it was of her eyes, and the fire in them.

Looking for a safe way to get down from on top of the pile, she saw that on one side there was a large patch of coins, ancient silver and gold ones from times past, creating a relatively smooth slide down. Smiling a little bit at the absurdity of what she was about to do, she swung her legs over in that direction and got ready to go down it. Her feet touching the coins, they shifted around a little bit, almost making a kind of tinkling sound. Starting to slide down the coins, the sound of the riches moving grew and made a comical sound just like in cartoons. Picking up a bit of speed she dug her feet in a little bit, dragging them to help her slow down. She reached the bottom safely, the coins that came with her scattering on the ground. She stood up, turning to look at the pile again and saw the divot she had made in the coins had exposed something that stood out from the rest of them. Not far from the bottom there was a rectangular piece of metal decorated with detailed iron filigree. Reaching up towards it she tugged on it but it refused to budge. Tugging on it again it only moved a little bit, so she began to pull on it, the object slowly being pulled out from underneath the coins. It almost felt like it was caught on something other than the coins. Giving a final strong pull, she managed to pull it free, a secondary object coming out with the first and spilling out onto the floor.

Looking at the object she was holding she recognized a cross guard and hilt coming from what must've been the sheath of a dagger. Grinning to herself at her fortune, she looked at the object that had been pulled out along with the dagger and saw that it was a axe, a battle axe in fact, about as long as a regular fire axe but with two curved blades black in color and decorated with several four-pointed stars, the type that curved down to each of the points, giving the axe an air of beautiful danger. Laughing, she said "It looks like God did hear me!" Giggling still, she looked once more at the dagger, an iron clasp holding the blade in place. Undoing the clasp, she pulled out a shiny steel blade that fit perfectly into her palm, the sharp steel about as long as her forearm and a blade that gently tapered to a deadly sharp point. The perfect weapon to slip into the chinks of anything's armor, or even though it. Sheathing the dagger, she slipped it into her waistband and picked up the black axe. Although it wasn't as comfortable in her hands she could still lift it and use it if need be. And there was a need. Hefting it up onto her shoulder, she realized she must probably look really badass right now with a battle axe on her shoulder and a dagger on her waist, wearing only a bra and pants like some sort of female anime fighter. Chuckling to herself at the image, she walked around the pile looking for the place where she put down the constellation clock. Finding it she held it up in front of her face so she could look at the stars on its face before saying, "Looks like I'll be seeing you sooner than I thought."

Starting to head back to her quote unquote camp, she went the long way round some of the more difficult areas looking for safer ways to cross, as she really didn't want to slip and fall while carrying a battle axe. The minutes passed as she carefully made her way back, she thought of the dragon scales that she still had, thinking that they were the perfect test for her new weapons, as she was planning to kill the very dragon they had come from. Remembering her worries about them being diseased, she remembered what she could from when she had gotten her first good look at the dragon. Furrowing her brow a little bit as she did her best to recall the details of him, she didn't think that he looked particularly sick, even if he was as a creature. Deciding that it would be worth the chance anyway even if the dragon were sick or had been at the time he lost the scales, she was going to go ahead with her idea, damn the consequences. Reaching her home base, she carefully set down the constellation clock and walked over to where she had placed the scales. Taking the axe off her shoulder she placed it on the ground safely, having decided she wanted to try the dagger first. Removing the cool metal sheath from her waist band, she unclasped it and drew the steel blade, the steel almost singing as it came free of the sheath. She caught a glimpse of her face in the mirror smooth finish before kneeling down in front of one of the faded red scales, she raised the blade high above her head with one arm, the other on the ground bracing her for the strike, and brought it down with all her might plunging it straight towards the center of the scale.

Kraaang! The blade suddenly sliding sideways as it made contact with the scale, a few sparks shooting off as the steel blade made contact with it, leaving her slightly unbalanced after her powerful strike. The arm she had braced herself with holding her upright she quickly recovered, shocked at the result of her strike. Quickly turning to look back at the scale where she struck it, she saw no blemish or mark on it, almost like it hadn't even been touched. Staring in disbelief and horror she murmured to herself "No, no, no, that can't be right, I hit it, I hit it, but... there's nothing..." Running her hand over the smooth scale she felt a tiny dent on it, too small to see with the naked eye where she had struck it. A miniscule dent. That's all she had left on it with a full power strike. Not ready to give up though, deciding that it had to have been a fluke, HAD to have been, she raised the dagger again, with both hands this time, and brought it down on the scale once again pouring her whole body into the blow. Tunk! The blade slamming into it dead straight, the blade quivering a bit as she still pushed it down into her target, her hands and the blade extended in front of her head, body bent like she was bowing down low and her eyes looking down at the ground, almost too nervous to see the result. Slowly raising her eyes to look at where she had struck, she saw the tip of the knife on top of the scale, not having gone any farther down than the first time.

Staring helplessly at the blade, she lowered her gaze towards the floor once again tears of frustration welling up into her eyes again "Damn it..." she said, crushed. Her body feeling weak with hopelessness, the knife fell from her hands clattering on the ground. A tear dripped from her eye and splattered on the cave floor, a wet spot on the dry stone floor, a second one joined the first as she closed her eyes in anguish and repeated herself "Damn it...". Bringing her hands up to her head and tilting forward until her forehead touched the ground, she covered the back of her head with her hands. She felt another tear leak out, wanting to just give up. Taking a shuddering breath, she opened her eyes, the world coming back into view. Through her blurry tears she saw behind her the handle of the axe, and turned her frustration and defeat into rage. No, I won't let this beat me. I still have one more weapon. She thought, her eyes focusing on the black axe. And one more chance. Standing up, she grabbed the heavy axe, its weight more suited to her anger now than the dagger. Her eyes ablaze with hate for the dragon and the situation she was in, she gripped the axe tighter turning her knuckles white, and glared at the stubborn scale. If looks could kill, the scales and everything else in a ten-mile radius would have been nuked to oblivion, her rage was so intense. Lifting the axe above her head, she yelled a wordless yell that told of her rage and frustration and slammed the axe into the scale. Hard. then again, and again, raining down a hell of furious blows down on the scale. Screaming herself hoarse, she finally stopped. Panting, she dropped the axe, her arms tired from the blows and glanced at the scale, completely unharmed. "FUCK!!!" She yelled, "You stupid" picking it up, she threw it as hard as she could into the distance, "...piece of SHIT!!!" Trying to compose herself, she took some deep breaths and thought about the situation. How are those scales so tough? They're only like a centimeter thick! And I still can't get through them. ... But.... Grinning to herself a little bit as she realized a way to get through the scales. I don't have to go through them... if I can get around them. I'm an idiot. Why didn't I think of this first? If I get the knife in between the scales, then I don't have to worry about them.

Picking up the knife, she sheathed it, the tip of it still looking sharp even after hitting the scale with it and picked up the axe walking the few feet back to the heart of her camp. The light fading in the cave as it grew close to, judging by the color of the sky, sunset. Shivering in the cool cavern air a little bit, her stomach growled as she had not eaten anything since the day before. Knowing that the dragon was her only chance of food, she started mentally preparing herself for what she would have to do in order to eat. As if summoned by her thoughts, she heard the thudding of the dragon's wings as he approached the cave entrance. Looking up, she saw that the dragon's silhouette looked odd against the dimming sky. Like it was holding something large and bushy in its claws. Squinting a little bit as the dragon grew closer, she was able to make out what the dragon was carrying in its claws. A tree? Confused at what she saw, she noticed that the dragon was coming straight towards where she was. Worried at what the dragon intended to do with the tree to her, she stood up ready to run away at a moment's notice if need be. However she didn't need to worry about that as the dragon landed several feet away from her. Making a low sound similar to the one it had made before, it bowed its head low, looking down at the ground as if not able to meet her eyes. Releasing the tree from his grasp, it made a whumping sound as it settled on the ground. Then opening its other claw he released a dead deer from it, something that she had been too distracted by the tree to see. Furrowing her brow in confusion, she looked between the two things the dragon had brought before looking at the dragon itself. The dragon, still looking at the ground almost shamefully, avoided her eyes before backing away slowly, turning once it had reached a good distance away and jumped back into the air and headed to where she had conjectured was his nest.

Looking from where the dragon had gone to what he had brought, she went up to the two objects. First she went up to the deer which looked like it had been killed by a broken neck, no doubt courtesy of the dragon, and inspected it. The deer's body was still warm, so it had obviously been killed recently, but why would the dragon give her food? Did it want her to live longer so she could be used by it? Or was it just giving her something to eat? Taking the food anyway, as it wasnt something she was going to reject in this circumstance, no matter where it came from as anything was better than having to eat its semen again. Grabbing the knife she put to use some of the skills she had learned on her three year journey and began to gut the deer. Not having anything to hold it up to let the blood drain easier she dragged it away from her camp some distance and slit its throat. Quickly going around to its back she lifted up its back legs, grunting from the weight, allowing the blood to flow out of the carcass easier. Holding it there for as long as she could she dropped it panting, most of the blood having drained. Taking a quick breather she then dragged it back to camp and began to skin it. Cutting around its anus, she worked up to its groin careful to not cut into the urethra as she did so. Cutting it below the scrotum she put down the flap of dead deer pointing it away from the body as it wasnt fully removed yet. Moving up to its sternum she carefully began to cut its hide away from the meat, growing even more cautious as she got down to where the stomach was, so as to not puncture it. Having cut the hide from sternum to tail, she stuck her fingers into the deers abdominal cavity and lifted up the lining there with her fingers in a v shape. Cutting between her fingers she split the skin to the pelvis exposing it to be cut. Not having a saw to cut the bone she did her best with the ultra sharp dagger, it taking a few minutes to get through one side of it. Working on the other side she managed to get through that as well. Taking out the separated piece of the pelvis she cast it aside.

Now for the hard part she thought to herself, if cutting through the pelvis was any indication of the work she had to do to get through the sternum with just a knife. Laboring over the sternum she finally managed to split it open. Pulling the ribs apart, them cracking like a cold one with the boys, she exposed its organs to be freed with the aid of her knife. Cutting the esophagus from the inside she moved to the diaphragm and cut down those too, the organs sitting there ready to be pulled out. Grabbing the esophagus, she pulled the guts down, out from the deer. Grimacing a little bit, as this was her least favorite part of the process she discarded them tired, not ready to get the heart and liver yet from the pile. Reaching into the carcass once more though she cut free the tenderloins from the deer but left them in it not wanting them to touch the ground. Looking over at the tree she figured that the dragon probably left it there for her to make a fire to cook with, so she grabbed her axe, wiping her bloody hands on her pants, not really caring what she looked like not that there was anyone to care anyway, and began chopping at the tree's branches, the sharp axe going through them easily. Taking a piece of one of the thicker branches she had split, she cut the piece she had cut off in half lengthwise, and then again nearer the bottom creating a makeshift plate on which she placed the tenderloins and cut them into sections.

Wondering how she was going to light a fire, she remembered the sparks that had come off of the scale when she had struck it the first time and went to grab one of the scales she had not thrown to use. Dropping it near where she planned to create the fire she split more of the logs in half to make a log cabin fire, all the hard work making her sweaty, tired and even more hungry. Grabbing some sticks and twigs she placed them under the stack of wood she had built and began stabbing at the scale at an angle in effort to create some sparks to light the fire with. Sparks shooting off of the scale as she struck it, she got the fire lit in no time and while waiting for the fire to warm up, she took a few of the sturdier sticks from the tree and sharpened them into skewers for the tenderloin. By the time she had finished the fire was crackling along merrily and was ready to be used. Skewering a tenderloin lengthwise she held it over the fire, a delicious smell rising into the air soon enough as it cooked. Rotating it so it cooked evenly it felt like it took forever and no time at all to cook. Laying it down on the plate she stabbed it with the dagger and slid the skewer out of it. Slicing a piece off of the venison steak, she jabbed it with the knife and carefully ate the first bite. The rich meat gave her a substantial bite as there wasn't any fat in it. The fresh game's flavor strong and slightly smokey from being cooked over the fire. Without any seasoning the true flavor of the deer shined through, the slightly gamey flavor providing something that ordinary beef didn't. Quickly eating the rest of the piece of venison, she cooked up a few more pieces and quickly devoured them as well. Full, she sat back and sighed, warming herself by the fire for a few minutes recovering from the large meal. The light coming from the cave entrance fully faded now she saw something that she hadn't seen before, having not stayed up late enough to see. Light, coming from the ceiling of the cave in random splotches that created just enough light to reach the floor and illuminate it dimly. Many of the splotches were greenish in color while some were more yellow. Gaping at the ceiling, the light almost reminded her of the vast swaths of stars that she could see when she was deep in the wild, far away from any human made lights that would block out the stars in the sky. Unable to tear her gaze away from the light she wondered how something so beautiful could exist in a prison like this. Staring at them for minutes she wondered what they could be. Moss maybe? Bioluminescent moss? I haven't heard about something like that before, but I'm sure it exists somewhere in the regular world. Tearing her gaze away from the lights finally, she mentally shook herself and focused on her next goal. Killing the dragon.

Grabbing the knife, she wiped it off of the meat she had eaten on her pants again and sheathed it. Gathering her determination for what she was about to do, she saw no other way forward and started walking to where the dragon's nest was. Walking carefully in the dim light, she made sure to quiet her steps more as she grew close to the dragon's nest. Watching the dragon's form she saw that it seemed asleep, curled up, its tail wrapping around the front of its body. Sneaking closer she reflected on what she was about to do. She was going to kill this dragon that had raped her... and seemed horrified by what it had done afterward, fleeing... and then feeding her, and giving her fire, leaving her alone and going to sleep, seeming ashamed of what it had done.... She would never forgive it for what it did to her, but... did she really need to kill it after it tried to take care of her? She remembered the look in its eyes when she first saw it, full of madness and insanity, and then the fear filled ones and ashamed ones she had seen afterwards. Had it not been in control of its actions at that time? Would it be right to kill it for something it didn't seem to want to do? Walking slowly closer she took out the knife from the sheath and stared at it, her face full of indecision in the reflection it cast. No, she couldn't kill something if she still had doubt in her heart, looking up from the knife to the massive dragon, the knife seeming almost smaller than a toothpick in size compared to it, if she even could kill it. She might have been able to hurt it a little but kill it? Probably not. Groaning at her weakness she sank down to her knees. Why? Why am I so weak that I can't even kill a sleeping dragon? Resheathing the knife she set it down next to herself and sat down on her butt, knees in front of her, studying the sleeping dragon. Eyes tracing over its sleeping form she followed its sinuous length from head to the tip of its tail, taking in the details of its form. After a few minutes of studying it the dragon shifted one of its legs in its sleep exposing its member to her. Quickly averting her eyes she studied elsewhere on its body doing her best to avoid looking at it. As she was studying its wings a scent filled her nostrils, the same one that had been released before the first time. The scent and musk of sex.

Quickly trying to cover her nose, she tried to block it from herself, but it was already too late. The whiff of the smell had already started to affect her. Feeling her pussy start to ache, she saw a wet spot start to grow at her crotch in the dim light. Goddamn it, she thought, feeling the heat that had started in her groin start to spread to the rest of her body. Starting to feel the intoxicating effects of the scent she removed her hand from her nose, the smell starting to bombard her senses again. I guess there's only one way of dealing with this.... Taking off her pants she saw that her panties were soaked with her juices. Taking them off as well, strands of her grool clung to them spanning the distance between her pussy and panties. Flicking them off of her legs, she reached behind her and unclasped her bra allowing it to fall from her large breasts before casting them to the side as well. Reaching down she began to massage her clit, pleasure shooting through her like electricity, eliciting a small moan from her before she could react and quiet down. Reaching one hand up she started to massage her breasts, kneading them and pinching her nipples a little bit teasing them. Moving her fingers over her clit rapidly, the pleasure began to make her even wetter, slicking her finger some and lubing them up allowing herself to rub her cunt even faster. The aching in her pussy grew even more intense as she breathed in more of the dragon's musk; she couldn't resist anymore and stopped administering to her tits to move that hand down to her groin as well. Still vigorously rubbing herself, she pushed two of her fingers inside of her slick, wet, folds. Silently moaning at the penetration, she began working herself, pushing her fingers in and out of her tight entrance, the warmth of her sex welcoming her. Her fingers becoming covered in her juices quickly allowing her to speed up her masturbation even more. Through her half-lidded eyes from the pleasure, she found herself looking at the area of the dragon she had avoided before, the foreskin the same red as the scales that covered its body. The helmet of the dragon's cock was half exposed to the air as if the foreskin couldn't contain it. At the sight of it, her unruly pussy became even wetter if at all possible, creating a small squelching sound each time she drove her fingers inside herself, the aching in her loins growing more intense as well. Flexing her fingers inside herself she began to drag them along her walls to further her stimulation, curling her toes from pleasure as she did so.

Two fingers quickly not becoming enough for her she plunged a third one into her drooling pussy, letting out a tiny moan as she did so. Her eyes still focused on the dragon's dick she saw it start to twitch as blood pumped into it as it enjoyed an undoubtedly erotic dream. The dick growing in length and size quickly, the foreskin pulling back from its helmet as it grew. The scent growing still stronger at the dragon's arousal. Her thighs soaked at this point from her arousal the slapping noise that she had been making grew slightly louder from the wetness. Pleasure shooting in waves from her pussy each time that she pushed her fingers inside of her. Her warm walls pulling her administering fingers into her greedily each time. She pushed her last finger inside of herself unable to resist the pleasure she was giving herself. Still flicking her clit, she changed techniques and began to rub it in circles, pushing on it to further the stimulation. The new movement providing a more constant pleasure than the flicking. Moving her drenched hand inside herself, she tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling in pleasure. Getting more and more carried away by the current of pleasure flowing through her she pushed her hand into her over her knuckles hilting herself at the thumb. The deeper reach hitting more of her sensitive spots that were nestled deep inside her. Pushing her hand along her convulsing insides the increased contact made her quiver in pleasure as she climbed the cliff to her orgasm. Moving her fingers around inside her each time she pushed her hand inside her wet entrance pleasure was starting to cascade through her more intensely each time. Not moaning was becoming a harder and harder task to focus on as she fucked herself, as each time she hit a particularly sensitive area she let out a quiet breathy gasp. Her gaze falling once more on the dragon before her, its dick rock hard from its dream, she saw it twitching its hips as if thrusting its length into something in its dream. His foreskin being pulled back and forth along his dick as it rubbed on top of his leg. Folding her thumb in, she began to push her hand inside her even deeper, up to her wrist, nearly touching her cervix each time. Each thrust reaching deep inside her, she could feel her muscles pulling at her hand all the more acutely now, greedily wanting more of the stimulation she was giving them. Her vagina practically leaking her fluids like a hose each time she plowed her digits into herself, creating a squelching sound as she more "handed" herself than fingered. Almost by coincidence, she was nearly matching the dragon's lustful thrusts in his sleep with her own. The musk the dragon was releasing clouding her mind somewhat, she found it wandering towards what it would feel like to have that hot and heavy dick inside her greedy entrance, for it to paint her horny womb with its gallons of seed, the hot rivers of cum to flow out of her as he withdrew his limp dick from inside her. Her mind almost consumed by her lust for the moment, she imagined that it was she he was dreaming about rutting like the animal he was, her hand his giant cock inside her doing its best to make her cum. Hitting her g-spot several times in a row, lost in her dirty fantasy, she came. Her pussy squirting for all it was worth the dragon came at nearly the same time she did shooting his steaming cum into the air draping him in ropes of his white seed. Her eyes rolling up into her head as she came, finally flying off the cliff she had been climbing the whole time, she came back to after another minute of the most intense orgasm in her life. Breathing heavily, her hand still stuck inside her, she closed her mouth from the soundless scream of pleasure she had emitted while cumming. Blinking she cleared her eyes of the fog of pleasure, took stock of what had happened, disgusted with herself about having those kinds of thoughts about the dragon even in a lust-induced haze. Looking at said dragon it had stopped ejaculating as well, covered in its own cum providing a disgusting to her, but almost striking contrast between the pure white seed and its own red scales. The dragon shifting some, apparently awakening from its slumber from its own orgasm, he raised his head and looked down at the mess he had made of himself before catching sight of her, hand still inside her pussy, and lowered his head down toward her, his giant eye staring at her, a devilish grin seeming to spread across its mouth.