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To the tribal inhabitants of the island, Linna was not a benevolent sex-hungry beast but a god to be feared, a god whose black wings blotted out the sun and whose claws carried hapless victims across the sea to certain death.

All in all, Linna took being deified passively with some demands made of her subjects. On their own, they brought offerings of whatever gold and gems the islanders could pan from the soil. These baubles stuffed her cavern and made her a very happy dragon indeed. Their respect was guaranteed, for they both feared death and longed for a guardian.

Biological urges and complacency in her place of power were the reasons why Linna began to ask for virgins. The first virgins were uncomfortably young. Linna rejected them and asked for adult virgins. On an island of barely-dressed animals, virgins were, in fact, a rare commodity. They trickled in at best. She wrung every ounce of pleasure she could out of them as they came to her.

One day an eclipse came and went, inspiring panic on the island. The tribals were certain it was a sign that they must appease their god. They hurriedly ushered an alleged virgin into the dragon's cave, but the problem was that this individual was not an islander but a researcher from an ocean away living among the islanders and observing their ways. When asked if he had had relations, he misunderstood the question for it was in their tongue of which he knew only yes and no. He answered no.

Stripped of his khaki shorts, his button-down shirt and his briefs, Desmond was shoved into Linna's den and was obliged to walk the rest of the way alone. He did so thinking nothing of the myths but fearing whatever wild beasts probably did inhabit the cave. It smelled of musk and carrion, both things he was keen on avoiding.

In the blackness of the cave, Linna was nearly invisible, but as her great green eyes fell on Desmond, she smiled devilishly and her teeth gleamed. "You're no islander," she said in the tongue of the tribals. When he merely stared at her wide-eyed with a lack of comprehension evident on his face, she rolled her tongue through a few common languages with a few words each in greeting. Finally she asked him in English, "Perhaps you're a red, white, and blue-bleeding American boy, or maybe you're English?"

"Buh, I'm American," Desmond blurted. "Are you the," an uncomfortable pause, "god here?"

Linna bore her teeth in a smile and reared her head back. With her ram-like black horns and strikingly black and white body, she looked the type of a corporeal goddess. Her spade-tipped tail flicked like a metronome as it was wont to do in times of amusement. "Don't tell those cute savages, because they'd certainly murder you for blasphemy, but I'm no goddess."

Desmond crept nearer. Linna self-consciously shoved away an upended rib cage still wet with her drool. "Mmm, so cute, I haven't seen braided hair in decades, and what is this scent?" she effused as she leaned low. Her head was nearly as large as Desmond's body altogether. As she snuffled him, he winced against the wet breeze she made. "You smell like fruit! The tribals usually smell like," a shudder, "other things."

"Are you going to eat me?" Desmond asked in quite a small voice.

Linna chuckled. "I eat things that can't talk," she grinned.

"I think I'm ready to go home," Desmond said succinctly "I'm naked, I'm in a cave, I'm probably about to be killed, if not by you then by some angry tribals..."

"Oh, you'll be fine," Linna huffed, nearly knocking Desmond over with her breath. "And besides, I'm naked too, and this isn't just any cave, it's my cave." Up around Desmond came her great, tapering tail and she bumped it up against his back. At the same time, she knocked her nose into his chest and forced him to lie back. As abruptly as that, she pushed her nose into his hips and snuffled again. His small, flaccid cock began to stir and he gasped and braced his paws on her nostrils.

"Oh, you're very cute," she cooed. "Hard to believe a boy as pretty as you is a virgin."

Desmond narrowed his eyes. "I'm not a virgin!"

Linna blinked before she cocked her head as if shrugging. "It doesn't matter, that's just something I demand to make them sweat a little bit. Worshipers need to be kept busy, thy will be done, you'll understand someday." In one long lap, Linna dragged her drool-soaked tongue from Desmond's toes to his neck, though she was considerably sloppier than the boy would have hoped given how he groaned in distaste "I'm sure you're wondering what comes next," she slyly smiled.

"I might be," Desmond grunted. "You're not gonna kill me?"

The dragoness rolled her eyes. "I might if you keep bringing it up! What makes you think I want to kill you?" In a pout, she coiled Desmond up in her tail delicately. She straightened out and sprawled with a rumbling growl before she flopped onto her side not unlike a big dog. With her dexterous tail, she dropped Desmond near her hindquarters where three distinct things waited for Desmond: A massive, heavy set of balls, a slick black cunt, and a puckered asshole the diameter of which was almost as great as his own height.

"I can't hear a word you're saying back there, if anything," Linna called back, "so don't bother complaining or asking for guidance. Do your thing, play me by ear."

As he climbed up onto Linna's relaxed haunches and braced his paws on her cuntlips, Desmond doubted if he'd be putting any of this into his report on the island.

"Not there, everybody starts there," Linna haughtily groaned. "Go higher! You're a fox, after all - you're all little ass-fiends."

Desmond sidled along Linna's haunches, lost his footing near her slick cunt and fell against her snug, black asshole. He groaned for reasons not quite clear as he began to rub all over it, perusing every wrinkle of the clenching, winking pucker with the benefit of his relatively small size. He was immensely relieved to find that Linna was perfectly clean though she bore potent musk befitting a hermaphrodite. If she had been closer to his size, Desmond might have loved the arrangement, but even as large as Linna was, he didn't seem to mind all that much.

"Ooh, that's good, those are some very soft paws you've got," Linna crooned as her rear toes curled and her tail swayed. "The tribals have such calloused paw pads, but you feel like a little priss... Keep rubbing, harder and harder, grind that whole fuzzy body on me," sighed the dragoness.

As Desmond did just that, he thought to himself how pleasant Linna's anal flesh felt on his body. By then his erection raged and he ground it indiscriminately against the dragon's quivering anus much the same as he lavished everywhere he could with his tongue. Where the pucker came together, Desmond eased his paw inside and rubbed the tender rim of the flesh. Linna shuddered and shifted carefully so as to not crush her small playmate.

"Aaah, that's too good," she gushed as she reached down and tweaked her black, knotted cock. It spat an incredible wad of pre. "Just don't get any funny ideas about stuffing yourself inside of me," she said quite sternly. "That's never any fun for anybody, I don't like to have cute, small things suffocating inside of me."

"I wasn't planning on it," Desmond said indignantly to himself. Pushing that away, he dragged his tongue all around Linna's thick asshole and he tugged at the entrance proper with his paws to open it up a bit. It left Linna quivering in pleasure and that made Desmond smile wryly.

The black dragon cooed to her foxcoon toy, "Get back now, climb down." Once she felt him do just that, she rolled onto her back and steadied herself with her folded wings and tail. Her cock stood tall and pre cascaded down its length. She growled to Desmond, "I'm no god, but that doesn't mean I don't like the perks. Climb up on me again and worship this monolith," she snickered.

Climbing Linna like so wasn't easy for Desmond but she helped him when she tucked her tail in near her haunches to make a step out of it. He boosted himself up and awkwardly slid across her smooth balls before he stood on the lips of her cock slit. His legs were against her knot and her cocktip was above his head. Bashful but compliant, Desmond climbed up and planted his feet on the dragon's knot. To support himself and because it was the only means he could fathom to pleasure Linna, he wrapped his arms around the shaft and he nuzzled into the tip which was by then level with his snout.

As Desmond worked Linna off with his warm furry body, Linna showed her pleasure in every manner possible. If her throbbing penis wasn't enough of a clue, her clenching orifices, swaying tail and curling toes certainly told the fox everything was well. Desmond was getting there too: Grinding on Linna was doing wonders for his small, aching cock and his moans were somewhat audible over the variety of lewd sounds generated by the act.

"The tribals mean well, but you've fucked virgins, haven't you? I should have told them to send me experienced sluts, I get so tired of explaining the same things over and over," she groaned. "And oh! I never asked your name," she coyly chuckled.

"It's Desmond," he shakily called over the wet noises. He was shuddering, nearing his climax. Right then and there, he made the decision not to add this misadventure to his report.

"Cute, very cute name," Linna sighed. She introduced herself in kind, but added, "the tribals call me something to do with the religion they made up for me, I never bother to remember it or parrot it back at them. I feel like I might be encouraging their bad behavior then."

Desmond paused his full-body stroking when he found it particularly tiresome. He nuzzled and kissed Linna's cock instead and was pleased that there was no lack of flesh to love. In between bouts of his worship, he asked her, "What do you do with the virgins, usually...?"

"I don't kill them, if that's what you're about to bring up again," Linna said drolly. "The tribals think I sacrifice them. I just take them to another island populated by dragons that rape them to death."

The foxcoon snapped his eyes on Linna. She tilted her snout down just in time to catch the worst of his glare and she met it with a smirk. "I'm joking. It's just another colony where I'm worshiped - they think they're some high sect to have been touched by me."

"Am I gonna get sent there?" Desmond asked timidly.

"Keep working, little fox," Linna growled. Desmond did as he was commanded and Linna began bucking up softly while she groaned her praises. The boy's questions faded into the bliss and so did Linna's playfulness burn off as her climax drew near. Her balls soon pulled up into her loins and the throbs from her dense penis were stronger than ever. Each one bowed the flesh against Desmond's body.

At last Linna erupted with a climax and a roar. Both sound and semen filled the air, the latter splattering on everything around Linna which included Desmond. As that hot dragon cum washed over him in a way his wildest gangbang fantasies could never fill, Desmond joined Linna and shot a pointlessly tiny load. For fear of being lost in the mess, he clung fast to her orgasming penis and he waited until the dragon addressed him again to dare step off.

"Ah... Are you still there? Not drowning, are you?" Linna asked wearily.

Only then did the foxcoon peel himself from Linna's cock. Sticky from head to toe in big, messy patches, he stumbled up along her heaving body and fell against her breast with a groan. "Not quite," he said flatly.

Linna chuckled slyly and brushed a fairly articulate finger down his back, shucking off a sloppy mess of her seed as she went. "To answer your question, no, dear - I'm not taking you to any other islands."

Desmond breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Mhm. Dozens of large-breasted tribal girls dying for penis their own size, it would be so amoral of me to drop you off there. You'd be dead of dehydration in hours. Hmm, but I may just keep you around here... I do so need an experienced little go-getter to attend to me."