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Out and tucked away in a set of quiet mountains lay a plateau of sorts surrounded by a wall made of stone as if brought up by the creators of the land itself. Ruined towers and stone buildings created a scenery of an old city, the roads outlined between the fractured homes. None were sure who the city had belonged to, and none wanted to explore the region either. The city itself had no name, and no neighboring Kingdom had any history of the city itself. Monsters and beasts lurked in the corners and holes dug into the city reclaimed by nature, and a fine mist covered the entire area that seemed to writhe like a living ocean. Those that lived nearest considered the place to be sacred, and there were plenty just the same who thought that belief to be a little mad. A site of a god’s fury, a place where only the brave may tread to say their prayers and look upon the desecrated site with reverence. However, it could also be a place used to test one’s bravery, and perhaps their stupidity as well. Knights wandered the lands with swords in hand and shield at the ready to prove that they were heroes of their time. A test among these folk with little sense was to wander the ruins and slay a monster. It was most often used to frighten apprentices, and oftentimes there would be those congratulated even for trying, but there was always one or two that took the challenge a little bit too seriously.

A young knight of a noble house crouched behind a broken wall, crystal blue eyes barely peering over the edge of the stone. She stared at the expanse licked by mist curling through the weeds and tried to spot a monster or beast she could fell. She had been told by a few of her seniors to go out and seek the holy ground befouled by monsters. It was said that if the beasts and corruption that had taken residence in the city were destroyed, then there could be an effort to retake the place under the divine. She had been told to route a single beast, but what if she did more than that? A smile stretched across her lips as she rose from her position and placed a hand on the pommel of her sword at her hip. If she did more than just bring back proof of one monster slain then she would more than prove herself. The smile on her face twitched before turning into a scoff as she clapped her cheeks and huffed. Such a brazen desire. The only thing that she needed was the knowledge that there would be fewer monsters in this world, and that she would be doing her honor-bound duty as a knight, so, Mira headed out from behind her hiding place and walked down the road of the dead city. Nearby, the mist seemed to writhe and twist, a set of lights blinking into existence before fading away again.

Knights were stupid, thought the mist. They were absolutely and without a doubt the dumbest things the mist had ever seen in the world. They would charge headlong into battle shouting loudly for their forefathers, their deities, or sometimes even men and women they wanted to mate with. Some of them had the strength to back up that stupidity, but most were sorely lacking and were simply zealots given swords and perhaps a touch of training. Of course, nature could take its course, but the mist did not enjoy the prospect of disturbances, and prevention of this type of situation was simple. All one had to do in order to frighten a knight, was to appear before them and try very politely to tell them to leave. That usually did the trick.

The noble knight wandered the dead city drawing her sword slowly prepared to face any danger that she might encounter. A shield adorned her other arm, but she was lightly armored to avoid making too much noise. The knight had seemed so confident as she made her way through the ruins, but soon her eyes began to peer from side to side, the tail she held her hair in bobbing every so often as she bounced at every little sound, and more specifically, every fluctuation in the air. The mists seemed to rise near her, twisting in strange ways, but that did not stop her from walking forward. It was only when the mists before her seemed to take a more solid appearance that her legs stopped for a moment.

What had been mist flowing like water over the land gathered and rose taking physical form. A dragon appeared with gleaming honeyed eyes and scales of white hued by a gentle green. It was a lithe thing with a fanned tail, and when it opened its maw, his voice came without ceremony, “Hallo there, might I invite you to go a different way?”

For a moment, the human was stunned, her eyes peering at the wingless beast in front of her. She had heard of them. Dragons! Beasts of power! There were those with and without wings that could be seen, but all were elemental in nature. Still, these were monsters and nothing that was monstrous could ever be good, and so she pointed her sword at him and said with all the confidence of one without the means to win a fight, “Dragon! I invite you to impale yourself on my sword!”

“Spoken like a true knight.” Said the dragon in a manner that he hoped would be understood as mocking.

The knight brought her sword up and thumped her chest in a striking salute that made him wince in sympathy as she huffed, “I am a knight true, and daughter of noble birth. You will not deter me from my honorable path!”

“Okay. Fair enough.” He said while nodding, “But your noble path takes you directly into the den of a few monsters. Very big building up ahead, an old town hall of some sort from what I have seen. Now, you see, there are monsters in there and you would be wise to not disturb them.”

The knight looked at him with a frown, her brow furrowing as she glared at him as if he couldn’t obliterate her with a stray cough, “Is that so? Then I shall be on my way forward. If there are monsters there, then I will face them in combat. And what is most likely the case, is that you are lying.”

She swiped her sword in the air and began to stride around the dragon, and as he watched her walk away, he simply gaped. Not only had she pointed her sword at him and threatened him, but she had also ignored his warning. Most humans who saw a dragon could be trusted to run away, or to be very brave and shout various threats while backing away into a very graceful and tactical retreat. It was rare that he met someone foolhardy enough to challenge him, and even rarer that he met someone who was genuinely willing to throw themselves into a den of monsters. Dragons, of course, were more than basic creatures, but he did not care about the slight so much as he was mildly entertained by the unique stupidity of this knight in particular. Though he liked his peace, Zale very often did not find himself entertained. And so, he dissolved into mist and chuckled as he followed along.

Tempted as he was to leave her to her fate, he figured that he owed it to the strange knight to try it a few more times, if only to annoy her again. He followed along as she made her way toward the large building he had told her to stay away from. Part of him wanted to speak to her, but he noticed something. She would pause on occasion and crane her head as if she could see through the walls. The knight would then scowl before continuing her way forward. Doubts? Or perhaps did she simply hope that she could somehow at least confirm or deny what he said. Regardless, the dragon followed through the mists near her ear and decided to be nice for now.

“Listen. Perhaps I wasn’t very clear, or maybe I insulted you in some sort of manner. What I was trying to do, was to tell you to leave. Both my home, and the danger within it.” Came the dragon’s voice

“This is a sacred place.” She said while darting her head from side to side to figure out the source of his voice, “This is no home of a dragon, and I will not suffer the insult of seeing it as such. What is more, I will not listen to a monster’s advice. I would be betraying my order and my family if I did such a thing.”

He then retorted with a long sigh, “Yes, but you would be alive. Why don’t you try something else? Maybe a useful hobby like building homes, or perhaps even trying to convince your fellow knights to use a bit of tactic rather than throwing themselves headlong into danger.”

She ignored him with a huff and stamped forward completely ignoring his advice. It had been good advice, both life advice outside of the current danger, and the warnings he had given her. How many monsters could this little knight take? Perhaps one strong beast? Three or four that were a little weaker than that? Even then, how would she handle a whole nest of them? One knight missing in his home could only mean more skulking around. What would appeal to an errant knight with flowery poems making up what was behind that skull of hers rather than the usual stuff? It was with a grand idea he had, that he cackled. He rose from the mists in front of her again, and this time his wings split open from his back. They were light itself given form. Energy and mana poured through them, and they helped strike a rather imposing figure that stopped the knight dead in her tracks. She took a step back for once, but only to hold her shield out in front of her and take a stance in preparation for combat

Before she could shout, the dragon rumbled, “I am the dragon of the mists of these lands you claim sacred. I have tried warning you once and twice to leave, so this third time I ask for a contest of blows.”

Her shoulders relaxed a bit and she grinned, “A contest of blows? Finally! If a nest of monsters truly awaited me, no creature would have equaled a prize from a dragon! Name what you would have as your reward for victory.”

For you to get the hell out of my home, was the first thought, but on second thought, he needed to make it a bit more whimsical than that to appeal to this knight’s lovely sensibilities. What did these people think dragons wanted? What was something that he could take from a knight of noble blood that was precious to her that would up the stakes? With a grin stretching across his snout that showed his fangs, he chuckled and tilted his head as he lowered himself to her eye level and muttered, “Why, of course, my prize would be your hand as my bride. It is a lonely life here, you know?”

The knight’s freckled cheeks burned for a moment giving her a rosy complexion even in the misty gloom of the fallen city. He was about to tell her that she could simply leave instead, when she blurted while pointing her sword at him, “I accept! We will have a duel between man and dragon, and if I should fall then I will be yours. I am honor-bound by this oath, but if I should win then I would ask you to give me a prize worth taking back!”

He sniffed and tilted his head, “Really now? Accepting the terms so easily? Not even going to ask me for my head?”

She blinked and lowered her arms, seemingly disarmed by his change in tone until she shook her head and brought her weapon up again, “I simply thought to give you the same respect that you gave me. You chose something that would maintain my life, which means this is not a duel to death. It is until one of us gives or cannot continue. Now then, come at me dragon!”

Incredibly brave, and very dum. Surely she knew that she couldn’t win? She was just a single human. Most knights that could kill dragons were typically ordained with powerful weapons or were much smarter than to take one head-on. Of course, he wasn't very good at leaving certain things alone, and so he tilted his head and sniffed, “So I take it you want to be the wife of a dragon?”

The red on her cheeks seemed to blossom further, a few strands of dark hair slipping over her eyes before she finally responded with a scowl, “Shut up and fight! My name is Miram, dragon, and I will bring you to your knees!”

That was certainly less knightly than usual and more barbarian-like, but of course he would oblige her. After all, he had started this charade, might as well finish it. He took a single step forward, and she charged. Instead of making some sort of tactical approach, instead of thinking about how he would move, how he would attack, she simply charged. She let out a yell and thrust her sword toward his head. With a serpentine grace, he dipped away and around her, his tail cutting under her legs to sweep them away. To her credit, she fell in a roll rather than hurting herself and got up with her shield held in front of her and her eyes narrowed at him. Zale could end this all with a breath, could call magic down on her that would have her waking up a week later wondering if she had experienced divinity itself, but perhaps it would be more fun to get physical with her instead. It wasn’t very often that he had someone to play with, and so he wanted to make the most of it.

Mira, to her credit, was a very fast human and he found himself wondering if she would have been just fine in a nest of monsters. She swung her sword and thrust in quick compact motions, never staying still too long as he swiped at her with claw and tail. Zale avoided her by ducking and twisting away and around her blows, his scales receiving a glance once or twice that didn’t even scratch him. At the same time, she had started to leap over his tail and would bounce and hop nimbly away from his claws. However, every time she would avoid one of his blows, he would strike just a bit faster. Mira adjusted well enough, and he had to wonder how she would handle a lesser wyrm or even a wyvern. The knight stood her ground miraculously and it seemed that what she lacked in tactical knowledge, she made up for in martial discipline. That being the case, he wasn’t a basic monster.

Zale whipped his tail once more, and this time she came down with her sword aiming to stab him. It would have been a splendid riposte, a commendable attack against a tailed beast, that is if he was not what he was. Where once was a tail, there was now mist. Where once existed a dragon, there was mist with two beads of blinking light that faded away. Mira embedded her blade into the ground and had the sense to let go of it as she stumbled forward and then back. She looked around with her shield raised and as she reached for her sword to pull it free, his claw appeared from the mists. The knight gasped and hopped away, but the claw bore down on her chest pressing and pushing her down to the ground with his hand pinning her to the floor. She squirmed and pushed against his hold while growling several un-knightly obscenities. Perhaps he should have appeared a bit larger because it seemed that she was under the impression that she could get loose. With her free arm, she beat down over his hand, but he had her in a secure pin. At some point, he appeared fully and laid down like a lounging beast with a toy. He watched her continue to struggle until she threw her arm to the side and huffed.

“Give up?” He asked while tilting his head.

The knight’s gaze and expression soured before she closed her eyes and muttered, “Yes.”

Zale beamed, “Good.” And as he let go of her and got up to sit on his haunches, he sighed, “Now you can leave this place and I can be done with this interruption in my peace, mind you, it was rather entertaining.”

Mira got up slowly and took hold of her sword before she looked up toward him and sniffed, “What is your name?”

“Mine? I suppose I owe you that much. You may call me Zale, now go on. You’re free to go.” He said while flicking the air.

She stared up at him and tilted her head, “Leave? Why would I leave? I’ve lost. My honor demands that I give myself to the victor’s demands. If I should leave then I would cast aside that honor.”

He stared at her and leaned down so they were at eye level while muttering, “You know, many knights would look at a dragon and start swinging their swords, but do so while backpedaling splendidly into the sunset. If they made such a stupid deal with a dragon, and suddenly found that the dragon maybe forgot or simply told them to go away; then most would just go away.”

Mira scowled and yanked her sword out of the ground before sheathing it, “Well, I am not most knights. If my lot in life is to be your wife, then so be it.”

“As endearing as that is, wouldn’t you much rather not be a dragon’s wife? I could always let you off with a little slap on the wrist, or even ask for something a bit less invasive.” He said with a hum.

The knight crossed her arms and looked away, “If something of equal measure is your desire then I don’t see why it would be against my honor to accept the victor’s terms.”

He then looked at her for a few moments while feeling mischief rising in his gut. A grin began to stretch across his features, fangs glinting in the sunlight as he chuckled, “How about this alternative then? Strip for me, let me mate with you one single time, and I’ll let you leave.”

She looked at him and gawked, her eyes growing wide and her cheeks reddening before she grabbed hold of the hilt of her sword and spat, “You think that I would allow such a thing!?”

Instead of reacting to her anger and the threat of her reaching for her sword, he brought up a single claw and tapped her nose, “Well, as my wife, what did you think I would do? Keep you among a pile of treasure like a fairy tale beast with a very pretty coin? I would have bred you nearly every day, used you for my entertainment.” When she didn’t respond, he chuckled and looked down the ruined road, “Now, if you’d like I could lead you out so you could head on home.”

Mira growled, “Who said that I was going home just yet, dragon? As I said, I lost that duel and so I’ll do as you ask.”

He looked toward her, head tilted as he muttered, “You know, I’m being rather generous by saying that you can leave. All of this knight business is a bit stupid, isn’t it? I’m trying to be nice and trying very hard, mind you.” Before she could start blurting out more stupidity, he began to circle her while his tail whipped at the ground, “If I wasn’t being nice, I would let you sit with your decision to be my wife. I would already be ripping into what little armor you wear to bend you over and ravage you, but instead, I am being generous and saying that you can leave.”

The scowled and pulled her sword free from her belt scabbard and all before tossing it to the ground, “And if that is my fate then so be it!”

Zale stared at her deep crystal blue eyes, really peered into them for a few seconds before tilting his head and humming, “You, my dear, are so very…” And he paused for a breath or two as her cheeks reddened further and further before sighing, “Stupid.” He couldn’t help but smile a bit as she began to level obscenities and little insults at him. Trying his hardest not to laugh, he shook his head and spoke, “Apologies, I shouldn’t be so disrespectful of your code, of your beliefs. Please, honored knight, go ahead and strip so that we may begin.”

“Strip?” She gulped.

“Oh yes! Since you are honor-bound and all, I figure that you might as well do some of the work.” He then laid down, arms crossed, tail flicking from side to side as he chuckled, “Take your time.”

The look she fixed him with was worth every second of peace lost. Oh yes, he wasn’t going to make this easy for her. If she wanted to remain honor-bound, if she wanted to be the most knightly knight ever and obey the commands of the victor, then he was going to enjoy every second of it. Take it nice and slow. Perhaps some other wild beast would have already been on her, and perhaps in time he would be on her like said creature, but right now he wanted to see her actively participate in this honor-bound mandate. To her credit, she didn’t balk and didn’t complain much. He could even consider himself impressed as she started to undress. It was impressive because she had the will to follow through on her misguided ways, and he did enjoy what he was seeing. She slipped free of a coat around her body that she tossed down with a huff along with her belt, gloves, sword, and shield. Next, she tore a mail shirt off of her body and threw it in the pile as well. Finally, soft and rippable clothing was revealed. A blouse that was easily peeled and tossed aside with the rest. What remained was bare skin, a lovely tan kissed by the sun, her breasts holding a nice weight to them. He couldn’t help but bring his tail around to push underneath her chest, to feel the weight of her breasts as he purred.

“Excuse me!?” She yelped.

He rumbled as he allowed the fan of his tail to pass under his chest to feel that softness against his scales, “You’re excused.” When she huffed aloud, he added with a snicker, “What? Did you think that I wouldn’t be touching you? I gave you a chance to leave, so now I’m giving you the chance to prove that you are truly honorable, my wife.”

The color drained from her cheeks as she coughed, “I thought that you just wanted me once and that was it.”

Oh, how precious a reaction. How unfortunate for her that he was taking a liking to all this entertainment, and the more she insisted on obeying this silly honor, the less likely he would be to let her go, and so he muttered, “That was the initial offer, but you kept on thumping your chest about honor. Now then, hush.”

The knight began to say something angry, but whatever she had to say ended in a squeak as he opened his maw and let his tongue out to drag along the top of her chest. He repeated this motion over and over again, her hands grasping the sides of his snout as she tried to feebly push him away, before a few stray passes over her nipples caused her twitching fingers to cease their attempts at separating them. He pushed closer while feeling his arousal grow, a small primal rumble escaping him as he heard her squeaks fade to a little sigh. Zale stood now instead of lounging around like a fat cat, his arousal twitching out from between his legs, his thoughts turning from mercy to lust. When he finished with her breasts, he gave her lips a stray lick. A little kiss from a dragon. Mira had been left panting, but her eyes still had that lovely defiance glowing behind the stare. That stare wavered as he brought a claw up and pressed it to the waist of her trousers. Instead of waiting for her to take them off, instead of being patient; he allowed himself to act like a mad beast and tore them from her body in one go. She yelped and tried to cover herself, words on her lips being drowned as he pushed his tongue against her mouth and dipped in against her little tongue. The heat of her body was growing intense already, the sounds of irritation bubbling from her person betrayed by the subtle slickness he felt between her legs when he pressed the back of one digit against her heat. If she tried to pull away from his digit, then she would dip closer into the kiss, and if she tried to pull away from the kiss, then she would grind her slit over his finger. He continued to tease her like this, continued to push his tongue along her own in a kiss full of warm spittle and hunger. Lust and heat danced along his mind as instinct began to take over rational thought. He had tried to push the human down a path that would see her nice and safe at home, but she had been far too stubborn and now she faced the most dangerous creature of all; his desire. Slowly, he pulled his mouth away, his tongue slipping free of her lips to let her breathe.

“Now, my dear wife. Let us depart to a more comfortable place.” He purred.

As the question of what he meant left her lips, the mists enveloped them both. Thicker and thicker they grew until the swirling mists had become like the clouds high above the ground. He whispered quietly through the mists, words of power unheard and untold, and mostly just for effect. The world turned and twisted, and when the mists faded, they were gone. Both of them appeared in the middle of a cavern that had been furnished in an odd way. There were braziers on the walls, and the floors were covered in hides.

Again, he found himself giving credit to Mira for her lack of fear as she looked around with wide eyes before she touched her heart and breathed out, “The lair of a dragon. Your hoard must be nearby!”

Zale snorted, “My hoard she says. Do you think that all dragons have glittering gemstones stashed away in piles? Please, I am a creature of the mists, of this earth itself.” He craned his head down to her level to whisper, “But I do like to collect the stray shiny or two because I like the way they glitter, and as my wife, I’d be glad to pick something pretty for a broach or ring just for you.” Mira touched her cheek and he found himself nothing that her look softened, that her eyes were turned away for once, and as she did this he could not help but rumble, “Is that it? Being treated so sweetly is what gets you to balk? Perhaps I should have written you a poem to get you to leave in the first place.”

Back to her usual self, the knight pushed his snout away, and as he laughed she huffed aloud, “Hush! I’m just not used to these types of attention. My training and my duty takes my time, and when not a knight, I am learning the tools of trade belonging to my household.”

“Ah, so then I’ll be your first. Or perhaps you stole away from time to time to enjoy yourself?” He said with a snicker. When all she did was blush and pout, he grinned and decided to keep things moving. He moved astride her, his form just tall enough that he could let his twitching shaft rest just inches before her face, “Whatever the case might be, you are mine now, and there will be no more chances, my beautiful stupid knight.”

Whatever hardheaded code had kept her feet rooted in place when he had said that she would be his wife now brought her hand up to grasp over his shaft. Her fingers felt so small against the growing desire of his shaft, each twitch producing more of that girth until she had every inch in both of her hands. He could feel her gawking, could feel her grip tightening around the base and moving toward the tip. She began to stroke slowly, her grip adjusting here and there. He had to wonder if she had practiced, or perhaps she had studied a book or two. There were questions that he had on his mind that could be used to taunt and tease her, but instead, he simply enjoyed having a sweet touch on his arousal. Such a thing brought a deep purr from him as he thought of adding this glittering little knight to his collection. Oh yes, this woman would do as his wife. Strong beyond measure as humans went, and quite a bit foolish. At the same time, her body was interesting him more and more as his instincts were taking over his sense.

He pulled away from her to turn around, tail lifted as he backed up to slap his cock against her face while he rumbled, “Use your mouth. Kiss your new lord and worship him.”

There was a growl that punctuated his words, an intonation that seemed to shake the air, and for once, she had no snappy reply, no grunt or quietly uttered curse from her lips. Was she impressed? Or perhaps it was his voice that had drawn her to such lovely obedience? As her lips met his shaft just as he asked, he had to purr and wonder if it was actually simply the lot in life of knights to be obedient fools when faced with higher powers. Regardless, he would enjoy this little streak of obedience. His tail curled around her head as he reveled in her worship. Each little peck of her lips on his cock sent a shifter up his spine that had his claws curling into the furs laid out over his lair. He grunted and pushed back, dragging his shaft up her lips until his leg was drawn up and the tip of his cock was resting over her lips. She obliged by letting her tongue out to catch the flared tip, while her hand began to pass along the side to pump him. Zale had come close to simply taking her to the edge of the ruins and kicking her out of his domain, but now he saw how foolish he would have been for it. The danger of the monsters had been one thing, but the danger of his interest was a much more pressing thing. A few nicks here and there from monsters and the possibility of death perhaps did not measure up to being captured and collected by a dragon of his caliber. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for her, after all, she was his wife and he would treat her as such.

Once his thoughts were pure mist and steam, he pulled his shaft away from her tongue and turned around to bear down on her. He pounced and snapped at the air causing her to gasp. She was on her back now staring up at him with big eyes, and eyes he placed his tongue against her mouth to force a kiss. She did not try to push him away either due to her honor, or because she was getting used to it. Whatever the case, he purred his pleasure to her mouth and let her know how much he desired more of her obedience. The knight responded in kind by leaning into the kiss, her hands clutching his snout to drag him just a bit closer. He was already starting to move his hips, humping and grinding at the air while wondering how it would feel to slide inside of her.

When their mouths separated he moved to press his chest against her upper body, his hips leaning in to press his cock against her heat, “Ready yourself, my wife. I will not pull out.”

“You’ve certainly taken no time in claiming me.” She said as she reached between them and grasped his shaft, “But if anything, you’ve encouraged me to remain steadfast. Your kisses are like waking to a cool morning, and though your size is intimidating, there was something so alluring about the heat.” Mira then muttered, “Whatever foul spell you’ve cast on me to make my body react in such a manner must be powerful, but don’t think I’ll be a peaceful little trinket you can toss to the side.”

He pushed the tip of his shaft against her warmth, against that lovely heat that began to spread open for him as he rumbled aloud, “Good, it’ll be more entertaining this way.”

What he had left unsaid was how her bull-headed passion had lit a flame inside of him, how her words of praise had brought a flutter to his heart. A trinket? No, there was no way that he could think of her like that in this passion-addled state. She was much more than that right now. Wife. Lover. Mate. And so with those words in his mind, he began to slide inside of her. The first inch popped inside and she let out a groan beneath him, her hands pressed firmly against his underside. He took it nice and slow, easing inside to stretch those lovely walls and mold them to his shaft. One of his arms moved down and under her to hold her tight, his fangs gnashing now as he struggled not to thrust his hips forward and take her with all his might. Instincts were starting to take over. Perhaps he would have spent more time preparing her, more time being loving and sweet if it wasn’t for the fact that it had been so long, and so he thrust forward while growling. She yelped, but soon began to groan as her insides were spread wide, as that slickness passed over his cock and tightened.

“Apologies.” He grunted.

From beneath him, Mira huffed, “What are you apologizing for? This isn’t anything that I can’t handle.”

Zale’s grip on her grew tighter and his other claw tore through a set of furs as he snarled, “Because I cannot hold back any longer.”

There were words on her lips, words that had already met the air. Perhaps they had been words full of blustering confidence, but instead what he heard was her yelping as he dug his cock halfway into her. His hips began rolling now, pulling back before thrusting forward with all of his strength. Her form was held in place by his hold and allowed him to use her like a breeding mount as he humped away both his senses and her own from the sounds of it. The mist around the cavern seemed to seethe the more intense he grew, the more he growled and groaned aloud in a pleasure shared with the foolish knight beneath him. Every thrust forced him inside a bit deeper, and every thrust sent another shudder of pleasure rocketing through his body. His tail lashed at the ground, the mist licking over his back to cover them in that shield. The earth itself seemed to rumble the more he growled, the more he lost himself to his lust. The only thing keeping his mind anchored was the sound of the woman beneath him moaning. He could feel himself splitting at the seams, but oh how her lovely song was. It kept him fully in the moment, fully solid as he pumped his desires into her. At the same time, her lovely song kept him from going insane with his lust as well. Her voice was a reminder of their meeting, of how he thought of her as an idiot, but now he could appreciate her passion, and he would claim it with all of his hunger brought down on her.

Zale stopped long enough to adjust, long enough to spread his legs apart and flex the muscles beneath his scales to get ready for this next assault. At the same time, the knight uttered aloud against her chest drunkenly, “Is that all you’ve got? My fingers did better work stretching me than that.”

That brought him from his savagery long enough to let him laugh aloud, “I see! Then I'd better not disappoint.”

Back into primal instinct, he went and he drew on those instincts to send nearly every inch of his shaft inside of her. The base was bigger than the tip, and even that was starting to stretch her wide. He could feel her kicking against his body, her insides tightening hard and a gush of slickness letting him know that he had climaxed. Oh, but it was nowhere near over for him. The dragon let go of his wife to let her back hit the furs below him and he leaned forward all the way with his hands gripping the ground, claws digging through the material covering the stony ground. He growled as his entire body tensed, as his lower body came crashing down while her hips were drawn up into the air. With his neck craned he could see her expression painted with a crooked smile, her cheeks flushed red, and strands of hair that had snapped free of the tie hanging over her eyes. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her body trembling while he hilted his shaft inside of her. Every thrust, every push, every single moment took him just a bit closer to a finish. Even his thoughts were working to get him to blow his load. He couldn’t help but think about knocking her up, about keeping her here in his cavern away from the knights who would never approve of them. What choice would they have with his seed taking root inside of her?

With that last thought, he grunted as he thrust one more time. His seed poured out in a heavy and heated spray that sent his cock twitching violently inside of her. She squealed beneath him, her legs hooking against his sides as best as she could manage as if she wanted him to stay inside of her. When his seed fully drenched her insides, he rocked himself forward a few times just to feel his rawness sliding along her insides, just to feel her full cunt confirm that it had been marked. When he pulled out, he did so nice and slow much to his own pleasure, and her own as she let out a long sigh. The mists that had been surrounding them fell to the ground and spread far apart leaving them to their own devices. Carefully, Zale stepped back until he could see her lying there with her arms splayed out, sweat dripping down her form, and her mouth opened wide as she panted.

“So, sweet wife, regret your decision yet?” He said with a rumble.

The knight huffed, “I’m made of tougher stuff than you could ever—” She gulped in air in the middle of her statement before blowing the rest of her statement, “Ever know.”

He planted a hand on her stomach to feel the subtle bulge of his seed inside of her while humming, “Oh really? You wouldn’t mind going a second time then, would you?”

She blinked while looking at him, “A second, a second time?”

Both of his hands then moved to grasp her ankles, her hips drawn up into the air as he brought his snout mere inches from her heat, “A second time.”

While she opened her mouth to answer, he let his tongue out to slide against her heat still dripping his mark. Salt and arousal struck his tongue as he lapped at her pussy. She grunted and tried to open her mouth to say something a few times before she gave in and groaned instead. His long tongue worked in little circles, pushing and pressing against her sensitive mound before it dipped inside. Her hips bucked while her moans grew louder, his tongue sliding deep into her cunt to twist and push against her inner walls before he pulled it back out. He repeated this motion a few times while watching her squirm, while watching her body contort as if he were a puppet master.

When he finally pulled his tongue out of her, he slurped the air and breathed out, “You know, sweet little stupid knight. If you’d like, I could give you a headstart on running away.”

“Why would I run away?” Mira huffed as she slowly lifted herself up with her arms, “The very notion—”

He grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the ground in one fluid motion. Leaning down he rumbled, “Because I am a dragon and you are a knight. If you wanted to stay a knight, then you should have left in the first place.”

She looked toward him shuddering, her mouth opening as she breathed out, “But then I’d ruin my honor, and I wouldn’t get to be your wife.”

Quietly he muttered in a near purr, “Oho? So you want to be my wife now.”

Try as she might to look away, she couldn’t with his hold on her neck, and so she muttered, “I can’t help but fall for whatever you are. That strength, that passion, and I realize in truth you were being merciful when you made those offers. Would it be so bad to be the wife of a creature like you? So near divinity, so splendid. I have always admired dragons even though I was told to hate them, so what if I wish to be a heretic, so what if I wish to be branded by your seed?”

In truth, Mira had set out in part in hopes to see the fabled dragon of the mists. She had never thought once that she would end up in his clutches. All she had hoped to do was to find a single scale, or perhaps catch a glimpse of him. Now she found herself held in his cool claws, now she found herself full of his heated seed and waiting until he used her again. She would be his wife gladly, but she would ever remain a knight. First, she had been a knight of her household and the god of her people, but now she would resign herself to becoming a dragon knight. Suddenly, a pulse echoed between them, the world vibrating as she stared into the eyes of the beast before her. He laid back slowly and set her on his chest. Her heart throbbed and her cheeks blaze to life again as she felt his shaft between her legs again.

Almost as if his voice were in her head, she heard him rumble, “So you want to be mine. Would you be mine in soul as well as body? Stupid knight of mine.”

She nodded slowly before she remembered her stubbornness and spat, “Yes, but stop calling me stupid!”

“Any human who would deal with a dragon so openly, would walk into his lair without a care in the world, would be called stupid.” He then chuckled, “But is that such a bad thing? You’re brave beyond measure, and strong too, but now I need you to temper your strength and bravery if you wish to be my knight and mine alone.”

Mira touched her chest and looked back to see his primal shaft rising against her rear cheeks. She reached back and took hold of it slowly while lifting her hips to align the tip to her heat, “I’ll do as you ask, but only because I am your knight.”

“You swear it.” He uttered in a whisper that she swore came from everywhere at once.

“I swear that I am yours. Your knight, and your wife.” Mira breathed out.

Zale didn’t say a word. Not a whisper more escaped him, but she felt the world shift. She nearly fell back, but his tail rose to keep her balanced while the mists swirled about her. Mira shuddered and breathed out, the magic flowing through her drawing a connection between them that she could almost tangibly touch. When it had all finished and the mists settled, she looked toward him before resuming her worship. The tip entered her and brought her hips down. It felt easier than last time, and felt less draining as well, her body adjusting to the size without issue as she breathed out and groaned to the mists swirling around them.

“What are you?” Asked the dragon quietly while he lounged back and watched her.

“Your knight.” She said with a loud groan.

And so he thrust his hips upward as if to reward her, stuffing nearly every inch of his shaft into her cunt. What soreness she felt was abated by this new magic swirling through her, this strange feeling that she seemed to recognize as divinity itself. What gods they had worshiped could not compare to this because none had ever seen it fit to touch her in this manner. None had ever connected their spirits to her, and now she found herself a living breathing shard of divinity to serve with all of her might. No, she would not change. She would not stop throwing herself into danger and challenging herself. Instead, she would do so now in the name of a new god! She groaned aloud in pure delight, her hips rocking as she was brought back to the pleasure of reality. One of his hands reached to grasp her chest, a single thumb enough to push her breast up as the cool scales pressed to the softness of her skin. Everything felt so much more intense with this new connection, and the mist themselves felt like they were alive around her. It did not change who she was, but she had an entirely new perspective to think about. What thoughts did make it through her lust-addled mind were quickly pounded away as she was reminded of what she was doing. The dragon had been idle enough and his hips were now moving at a constant to bounce her up and down while her hands pressed to his soft underside in the hopes that she could hold herself steady. His thrusts were getting faster, his shaft pulsing inside of her as the heat buzzing through her mind grew more intense. She looked up into his eyes to see that the whites had turned black, darkness and light mixed together so perfectly as he leaned in to take her mouth in a wet kiss. Her lips were forced apart, her breath stolen by mist and might as his tongue slid along her own. Mira’s orgasm shuddered through her body as he bolted up inside of her once more, as she felt his seed filling her again to the brim. Every drop, every spray of his cum added more to her pleasured state until she could barely hold onto her mind. It was only by the grace of him pulling his mouth away and tapping a claw against her chin as if to wake her up that she was able to hold onto herself.

Slowly, she raised her hips and huffed, “Satisfied?”

Zale lounged while his tail whipped from side to side, “Oh, absolutely.”

When he slipped out of her, another spray of that warm stuff painted her back causing her to shiver while she muttered, “Good. I don’t think I could handle more right now.”

“So I imagine you’ll be wanting to go home and let your family know you are okay?” He said with a hum.

The dragon watched the knight lower herself from his lap. Her legs wobbled a bit, but she settled easily between his legs to cup his heavy balls and start kissing them. In between kisses and licks, she muttered, “Maybe when my legs stop feeling so strange. But I’ll need a trinket to bring back.”

Zale purred as he felt her tongue trail beneath his balls and toward his tail, felt her worship in every single bit of her movements, and he asked her with a mutter, “You would stay here if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”

Mira looked up from her work, a small blush on her cheeks as she sniffed, “Well, I am your knight, after all.”

Thankfully, he had enough of a mind to ignore the flare he felt in his chest and he sighed aloud, “You are so lucky that I am merciful. The most dangerous thing in these ruins are not the monsters, but the thing you worship at this very moment. I could pin you, bind you, do whatever I wanted with you, and yet you give yourself so freely to me. How foolish you are brings such a humor to my chest but I cannot help but be good. Here is what we’ll do. You’ll take a scale of mine and tell your friends and family that you nearly escaped a nasty scrape with a dragon.” When she frowned at that and was about to object, he brought a claw up and touched her chest, “They’ll believe you when they see your tattered clothes and the claw marks on you. I’ll help you find some new pants, of course.”

The blush of her cheeks turned intense again and before long she muttered while massaging one side of his balls, “So then…When is the wedding?”

He almost laughed, in fact, he allowed himself to as his tail moved to curl around her lower back gingerly, “We can have a ceremony here if you’d like, but I highly doubt anyone will come considering I doubt most humans are as foolish as you.”

She beamed up at him and huffed, “Well, I suppose that’s fine but I expect you to have guests. Other dragons maybe?”

The tip of his tail came to her chin to press just under it against her neck while he rumbled, “Ah, that excited to be railed by multiple dragons? One not satisfying enough?”

Her eyes grew wide and she blurted aloud, “You absolute pervert! I am yours and yours alone! Don’t you dare!”

He laughed again, “But I would dare! It’ll be fun to see you so distraught and ruined by lust. Now then, continue my dear knight, with your duty.”

And with a little glow behind her eyes, the knight gave herself to the dragon and allowed her tongue to continue working his balls and taint. She had given herself to this beast, to this monster of elemental might, and had become the first dragon knight. Whatever happened, both of them would have one another in body and soul.