The Dragon Flayer
#2 of Stories
This is a story dedicated to my great friend, artist, with our characters together in a mystical setting. http://a.facdn.net/zennithm.gif if you wish to see his stuff.
The Dragon Flayer Jeremiah Nighthopper
Bark, the veins of the forest, drinking from the heart of nature, the blazing sun.
Leaves, blasting green, rich scents devoured by nostrils, smells relished as a dinner feast.
Slithering between trunks, tail to follow behind, wings folded neatly, looking, searching eyes.
Snout rose, scout the air, dense, wood taste on the slim wind, trickling through the thickness.
Shadows could hide him anywhere here. Cautiously stepping on the road path.
Trapped, branch arms grabbed, and pinned. Gravity, Earth power pushed his blue body down.
Limbs locked tightly, bruised chest, breathing dirt, vision clouded, form approached.
Shouting out from darkness, echoing words "Sae-Tuu-Ihe-Kay! Rae-Ihe-Say! Tuu-A-Lay!"
Vines ruptured from the shaking earth behind Zenith, the blue scaled dragon.
He only wanted to talk to this strange creature. He only wanted to know about....
His tail fastened in hard, underground tree feeders, rose it high angling his hole.
Air made it feel cool, exposed, and eyes widening, the male bat emerged in blue loin cloth.
Eyes shining silver, glowed like moons were behind them, the wind magnified the spell.
Dropping the scroll parchment from which he read, that snout split with toothy smile.
The magic continued, muscles tickled with its power, holding him in place.
What he vowed never to do, the vibrations in his throat begun. The dragon's breath!
Crackling energy generated from his interior battery, nature designed for him.
Light formed from his gullet, opening maw aimed at his capture, the weapon FIRED!
ZAP! LIGHTNING THUNDERED OUT! BLINDED BY ITS POWER, ZENNITH WAITED.
Pupils consumed whites of the visual organs in the dragon. In the air, the spinning bat.
Spherically surrounded by the bolt, transformed by yet another magical art.
Holding his necklace of grey metal, marked in runes of some sort, the other claw, the energy.
And a four lash whip formed as if always there and not seen.
The first STRIKE! Was the worst, but a most awesome side affect occurred.
Not burned from this weapon made from him, a pressure surged in his flesh
Magnified endorphins, a spasm of pleasure forced his mind into instant erection, and desire.
It was the most amazing thing. Talk about turning yourself on.
Strangeness in that smile, the male bat knew, Watching the dragon cock spring out.
Readying again for another flash of the flail, the bat ripped his cloth away, showing manhood.
The game only began, as the three thunderous crashes met with the dragon's want to cum.
His roar shook deep forest. Scarred the life away, not knowing if they were to be raped or eaten.
Thumping cock beat the dirt below needing attention, release, whimpering, the dragon begged.
Whip was dull in light power now, almost all used up, the bat approached the glory hole.
His lair was venerable, there his treasure jewels to behold, he could not protect them.
No longer, he cared. Escape? Why? Wanting this male, this mystery thing, the shade of desire.
Clawed hands firmly palmed Zenith, the blue dragon's ass. Squeezing to prepare.
Puckered pink flesh, tried to open for him, he tried to push back, and grab that chyroptic dick.
The mighty roots held him still in time, waiting, needing, lusting.
Never, a tongue was able to penetrate so deep. Laughter, and horny hormones flooded reality.
Sucking, spitting. Claw on draconic cock pulled, emotion too much, he screamed.
Shuttering, convulsing, tightening his rings of flesh, the bat released his mouth muscle.
Standing and holding that massive dick. He slammed his prisoner with all his might.
Enriched with magic, electricity, hormones, the bondage, his dream, this strange stranger.
Cum would have sprayed even an elephant away with the force he pushed out.
Bat, all Male continued the now ultra sensitive dragon, breathing close to climax.
The dragon feeling more like him self, started to have thoughts.
The spell was weakened while the night devil pumped his ass. He felt the loosening woods.
Springing into action back fired Zenith, as the last whip energy, lashed his balls.
Grounded again in contortion, whimpering, hardened, that bat's manhood absorbed power.
Inside his pelvis he felt it. Growing, Hot, Bat Meat, in and out, so hard, so strong,
Crunching every muscle barely allowed dragon ears to hear it. "Kay-Yuu-MAY!"
The shout, his ass clawed with ferocity, that final pounding into his hole, were crescendo to
the cum that filled him so vast, with heat from the power, coursed his happy spot.
It was done. The roots returned for rest and slumber. The dragon dripping and unconscious.
That male bat was gone. Only a blue loin cloth for the memory of his being there.