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This story was written by myself, Sunrider, with help from Killenor

Ch. 1 Miranda's Story

"The world I came from was several sets of portals away. It doesn't link directly to this one. In fact, I am surprised word of this institution even managed to make it out to where I lived. The Earth I lived on was one where dragons were the dominant species. Others moved like pieces in our games of strategy. The only species to rival us in intelligence were the tiger people. They were a people of tribes and kingdoms, where males and females vied for dominance. The kingdom I lived near was dominated by the females. Males were seen purely as property.

"In most places, it was the opposite. Though I suppose it didn't matter. They had magical means of testing the purity of a male or a female, and the purity is what made them valuable. Great alliances were forged on marriages and trades. This kept the occurrence of virgins rather high, which pleased us dragons. Virgins make a nice snack, especially with the right sauces. But some virgins are too special to be simply devoured. We called them our favorites. Most dragons would only have one or two at a time and would keep them for years. The favorites did nice things like bathe with us and hold splendid conversation. Beauty and intellect were the marks of a good favorite, for we enjoy someone whose wit matches our own and who is pleasing to look upon.

"Now, none of the tigers were as appealing as another dragon, but some managed to come close. I had little interest in favorites until one spring. I saw him out hoeing the field on his family's land. He was a lovely specimen, perfect for his tribe. I had seen him a few times before, but he had always been surrounded by females. I had heard from another dragon that he was still chaste, and that she planned to make a meal out of him as soon as she caught him alone. Lucky for him, I saw him first.

"Without a word, I plucked him from his gardening and flew him away to my caverns. Now, he was scared, and he had a right to be. He had a fighting spirit and actually managed to wound me. When I explained to him that I didn't intend to eat him and had, in fact, saved him, he wouldn't believe me. I asked him how he would trust me. He told me that he would only trust me if I shifted to a more vulnerable form. I did as I was bid.

"My more vulnerable form is about six feet tall, still taller than he. It is similar in appearance to this one except that my stature is upright and my wings lose their function. My scales become softer and my stomach more exposed due to the standing upright. I am only telling you this because you are more than likely never going to see me in that form. I know you have both seen me in the downscale version of this form, and that is as close as you are ever going to see to that other form.

"It took him days to trust me. I suppose I was lucky. It could have taken him weeks. He grudgingly accepted my hospitality and my protection. I made sure he was fed and bathed. I appeared to him only in my more vulnerable form, or occasionally in the guise of a tiger, though it fit oddly and I didn't much care for it. At all other times I returned to my normal stature and strength.

"One morning, I was out surveying my territory when I ran into the female who had said she desired to eat my virgin. 'Miranda!' she said, flying up to me and swiping her claws down my side. 'You stole what was rightfully mine! I would challenge you, but since I told no other of my claim, none would back me up in my contest. You're lucky. Don't do it again!'

"The pain from the wound was horrible. The strike had mangled one wing and left deep gashes in my neck and shoulder. I managed to coast to the ground and walk back to my cave.

"I stumbled in, remembering the promise to my favorite and shifting into my more vulnerable form. By now, the blood was running down my body, and I knew I wouldn't be able to sustain another shift. He was horrified. Not by the sight of me, but rather out of concern for me.

"I expected that he would try to flee and leave me to die. Instead, upon hearing why I had been wounded, he took on the duties of caring for me more than ever. He had truly taken up his mantle as favorite. For days, he cared for me and nursed me back to health. With his help, I even regained the use of my wing, though I would never be as strong with it as I was before.

"I cannot say that I grew to love him, for that would be a lie. But I did grow to lust for him. He took to sleeping next to me, and I would lie awake for hours, going over his body with my eyes. He didn't object the day I told him I wished him to remain naked from now on.

"I mentioned before he was pleasant to look upon. He was somewhat intelligent, though not as much as others I would later have. His body was strong, his fur richly patterned and his manhood most... well formed.

"One day when I was nearly healed, he was helping me to wash my wound. It was nearly gone, fading into the scar I bear to this day. His hands were strong on my scales, touching and caressing as he ladled sweet water up in his palms and sprinkled it gently onto me. I may have been slightly delusional from lack of a good meal, though he had done his best to bring me cattle and other things to keep me fed. Whether it was delusion or just proximity, I felt heat rise within me. My pulse rose and I felt a moistness between my thighs that had nothing to do with the bathing spring that originated in my lair.

"Startled, I fled, thanking him for the help and assuring him I was fine to care for myself and go out on my own. I shifted into my full form and went hunting for the first time in several weeks, hoping that shedding blood would sate the feelings that were forming and cure me of my delusions. But it didn't work. The delusions, if that was what they were, had me held tight within their grasp.

"For days I avoided him, looking away when he made eye contact and trying to stay away from my den as often as possible. But each time I saw him, the feelings returned, maddening me. I went so far as to seek out one of my kind to bed me, but I found no one the day I attempted, and to keep looking would mean venturing into the territory of the female who had wounded me.

"I returned to my favorite and my den that night, hoping just to fall into the restless sleep that was all I was getting lately. My favorite was sitting upon my bed, waiting. Treasure glittered around him, not diminishing but instead adding to his beauty. I could barely stand it and nearly began to weep in frustration.

"'Miranda, my wonder, why have you been avoiding me? I hoped to finish the bath that ended so abruptly.' I couldn't stand it. I was drawn to him and found myself kneeling before him as though in supplication.

"The kiss was unexpected, and his lips started to move over my body hungrily. I could tell that he wanted me as I wanted him. But I was still frightened and pulled away. Smiling gently, he stood, leading me back to the bathing spring. I followed, unable to resist. The refreshing, cool water of the spring greeted me as I stepped in with him. He made no sudden moves for me but instead gently moved against my softened skin. His damp hands massaging my back with a firmness that was ever so soothing while his warm fuzzy chest brushed my wings. My heat rose yet further as my body relaxed, his hands caressing further downward. I did not know how long I could stand it.

"'Would you care to sit Miranda that I could do yet more to comfort you?' I couldn't say no. He had me entranced with his touch and the lingering warmth of that kiss. We both knew where it would lead, and I had to make but one motion to stop it. I should have stopped, oh but I couldn't bring myself to it.

"I turned and took his hands, wordlessly guiding him to the sensitive and vulnerable scales on my front. Our eyes met as his wondrous fingers glided across my smoothness, sending thrills throughout my body with each pass. I don't think he missed a single scale, so focused on my pleasure was he. I remember him working lower, my excitement ever growing and holding me entirely in its thrall, as he glided over my hips. As he reached for my most private of areas, never taking his eyes from me, I balked. I took his hand firmly and brought it away. How could I be thinking these things?

"A look of fear and disappointment filled his features. My mind raced, confused, with a mixture of pleasure and perversion I had never know before. I was not as naïve as my favorite was, dragons having no sense or want of permanent mating, and I knew my body wanted him. But, if we were to consummate our feelings, he would be considered worthless to society, unable to marry, and valueless. Even further, my honor would be impugned for it is forbidden and undesirable to keep an impure favorite. Not even a hungry dragon would take him then lest they suffer heartburn of magnitude only known to dragons.

"'Do I displease you Miranda? Do you not want me?' I hurt inside at his sadness, I did want him and he was far from displeasure with me. I had to tell him. 'If we do this, you will become worthless. You do know this, don't you? You would be undesirable to both your people and mine forevermore.'

"He did not relent or retract. With a sense of pride I had never seen within him before he embraced me, taking me completely by surprise. 'I do not care for the rest of my life. You are the one I would choose to be with, Miranda. I love you and I feel things for you that I have never felt before. I want to be with you and please you.' He punctuated this cry of passion with a kiss that has yet to be matched in my memory. So strong were the feelings tied with it that all of my worries and all of my confusion fled, blown as if by a strong wind from my mind.

"We moved then away from the bathing springs, and toward my bed of treasure. We scattered coins and gems as we rolled about. Though I was stronger, I let him guide me through the pile, let him position me where he wanted. What a thrill it was to give up my control to him. It turned out his intuitions about dragons and his inventiveness were great. He tickled me with coins and selected the most beautiful cut stones from my horde to drip over my scales. He would massage me with smooth treasures of wrought silver and gleaming brass. My body was so excited I wished him to take me there and then, but still he kept tantalizing and teasing. Soon his hands were back upon me, giving me another invigorating work-over. Once again our eyes met and our feelings needed no words. This time, when his hands drifted down to feel of my femininity, he paused. I nodded ever so slightly my consent and he progressed to feel my moist folds. I parted my legs and moved my tail to allow him the best access. How diligent and attentive his hands were! They found every pleasurable spot I had, and I'm sure to this day he found some I didn't know I had. In short order he had me writhing about the pile, panting and gripping at my treasures but finding no purchase against the rising pleasures.

"Just when I thought it couldn't get better, I was surprised by his feline playfulness. The wondrous, unmistakable feeling of gold found itself against my most sensitive parts! My neck jerked to behold him as a gasp escaped my lips. The surge only a dragon can feel from the pure metals had found its way against me. There he was, holding the scepter of some ancient king against me. Rubbing it's smooth shaft across my lips as he continued to play with me using his other hand. I saw now that he was fully erect, and I admit, a bit more... proportioned than the dragon males I had encountered. How I wanted his flesh upon me, inside me. For now, it seemed he was content on my pleasure only. I reached down and took the hand grasping the scepter, guiding it toward my entrance with a fluid grace, letting him know exactly what I wanted.

"Oh how can I describe how gems and precious metals feel to us dragons? It is akin to the prickly feeling when a limb falls asleep, only infinitely better. It pulses with inner power, zings with its own energy, and enhances rather than deadens. To a dragon there is almost no greater feeling than contact with our treasures. Now I was feeling not one but two of those greatest feelings at once as he slowly eased the scepter into me. It got far enough inside to brush upon my cervix, sending yet more sensation surging through me. At this, I guided him to pull backward, also adjusting his hand that I would not be hurt. He moved it in and out, slowly at first, but building a rhythm as I encouraged him onward. After he got the idea, I laid back and concentrated on being pleasured. My back arched, my fingers ran through my treasures, and my voice became a stream of sound in the language of mindless pleasure. I clenched against the invading scepter as my first peak washed over me, taking me to new heights of awareness and feeling. I craned my neck that I might look at him with an eye. He looked focused, determined, but tired. I didn't know how long he could or would keep this up, though I wished it could be forever. I knew he must want me terribly, but I resigned to let him continue with the scepter for as long as he could. He would loose his virginity and his purity to me to be sure, but not until I was sure he could pleasure me no further

"He surprised me further then, for the scepter stopped. I expected him to attempt to take me then and there, and braced myself for his warm flesh entering me. What a surprise when this did not happen. Warm flesh touched my feminine folds, but it was not the flesh I had expected. It was small and rough and warm. I peeked down and saw the top of his head and his ears there above my mons. He was doing something that no dragon I had ever met had attempted, he was licking me, and it felt so good. That rough tongue gently gliding across my labia and my clitoris, dipping into me, excited me beyond well beyond anything I had known. This favorite of mine was most intriguing.

"Even further he pursued my pleasure as he used coins of gold and silver instead of his own fingertips to spread me open and lick within. Twice more I came, clenching inside and sending my own juice upon his muzzle and further to mingle with my treasures. Finally I knew it was time. He would not last very long, I was sure, but I wanted him, needed him. 'You may take me now. Oh, please do take me. I need you ever so.'

"'I want you too Miranda, I want you to be my one. I love you more than I have ever loved another.' He moved up to take me, his member glistening with moisture from the tip. As I watched it approach me, making ready to enter, enraptured with what was about to transpire. I felt him part my lips, making ready to press into me. He groaned with pleasure and anticipation as he felt my moist velvet flesh. He moved upon me, hugging me low on my chest and arching his back or his first thrust. Slowly, he entered me, letting me feel every little bit of his cock as it slid in. His face was contorted with rapture. He was enjoying me as much as I enjoyed him, and as he reached the end of his length, fully buried with me as my insides contended with his length and girth, he let out such a sigh of relief that I wondered if he had climaxed already. He looked into my eyes, his face positively beaming.

"'My love, Miranda, thank you. You do not know the burden that we virginal males carry. Such a weight you have lifted from me now and I will not let you regret this.' Even then, he began to move within me, drawing himself out nearly to the tip and then thrusting within again. I was surprised, to say the least, at the power he was using upon me now. He thrust with everything he had each time and pulled back wit equal fervor. The liquid grace of his movements wasted no energy between motions. What surprised me more was how long he kept it up. I knew a thing or two about virginal males, and the first of which is that they always came easy, and quickly. Their bodies not used to the intimate pleasures that feminine flesh holds, but this was not for him. I swear, there must have been some magic in his motion, for he kept moving even as I cried out for the fourth climax of that day washed through me.

"I knew he could not hold back any longer, his face had gone from a beaming façade of pleasure to a grimacing mask, straining against release. 'Go on, it's alright, you have done so much to pleasure me, take me now for yourself.'

"At this he let himself go, slamming into me most ferally, driving me onward through my journey of pleasure. I clamped my insides down upon him as much as I dared to provoke him, flexing my abdominal muscles to massage the shaft that was deep within me. At long last I felt his seed flow into me, that warmth that only comes from a male's climax. He was breathing hard, holding onto me, buried as deeply as he could get as his passion flowed into me. I brushed a hand through his matted hair, feeling the coarse texture that I knew I would never duplicate. He was no longer a virgin, he was also not married and no child would ever come from our union. Even then, should a male have flown by and smelled the lingering scent of my heat my reputation and honor would be ruined, even as my favorite lay still inside me. My body was content, but my mind was restless, and even as my lover took a breath and began moving within me once again, I wondered how I would escape being discovered and what would become of my favorite love...

"I had to dismiss him after that. He made love to me four times more that day, but at the end I knew I could not keep him, and certainly not as a secret. I no longer felt the same desire for him, for he was now tainted and only a virgin could do as a favorite or a meal for a dragon.

"I thought that things might be better then, that perhaps in giving in to him I had sated the lust that had filled me. Or perhaps I hoped that the sad look he gave me upon parting would be enough to keep me from repeating my folly. Unfortunately, my will is weak when it comes to the innocent.

"I would have five more favorites, ruining each one. Nothing ever gave me the thrill of the first, and I was insatiable. One night, bored and wearied with my latest favorite, I left and flew high. I flew above the territories of my neighbors, daring to even steal the men and women of their lands if it would bring me the satisfaction I desired. I circled for hours, glancing down eventually to notice a small shape running along the field. My latest favorite, the one I had been planning on dismissing, had followed me. And below me, but above him, my rival flew. She who had given me my scar soared down, ready to sweep up my favorite and devour him.

"My favorite was a fool to have ventured into this territory, nearly as much a fool as I was. My rival, not knowing that this man wasn't still virginal and seeing only a chance to get back at me, swooped down and pinned my newest lovely tiger to the ground. I screamed, folding my wings to my back and diving. I never made it. The meal was over before I reached the ground. My rival lifted her head, looking up at me. She began to make ready for flight, but she seemed weighed down. The burn of a nonvirgin doesn't take long to begin, and with moments she was incapacitated.

"I knew my time was limited. The other dragons knew that I had entertained more favorites than any other three dragons over the last year. When my rival reported the facts of her latest meal, things would be over. I flew high and far, trying to outdistance the punishment I knew was coming. But my scarred wing is not strong and eventually I had to rest. I perched high in the mountains, knowing that I could not fly on, knowing that my pain and my remorse crippled me. That is how they found me. Justice was swift; the dragon courts are fair in most matters, and this time they were doubly so. I could have been banished forever. Instead I was merely sent here, to recover."

Carlotta and Narcissa sat for a moment, each still and taking in the story. Sorrow tugged at Miranda, and she hunted desperately for a way to shake it off. After recounting the tale, she knew that sleep would not take her.

"I had no idea you had been through so much," whispered Carlotta, for a moment at a loss for the curses she seemed to favor. "My story is one of corruption, too, though of a far different sort. But perhaps not so different as I thought at first. Perhaps, since you shared yours, I should share mine."

At that moment, there was a shriek and a crash. A pale cream coloured birdlike alien tumbled from a tree, landing awkwardly on the ground. Stunned, she lay there for a moment before standing and shaking off the mud. As if her appearance had cued it, the rain began to fall from the clouds, delicate sprinkles covering the four women. "Yeah, that story was great. Someone really should tell another." As she looked about expectantly, the other three simply stared in amazement.

"Oh, don't worry, I was just listening. I had fallen asleep in the tree but you guys woke me. I'm Genie, short for Genifrilifous. Now, let's hear the next story."