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Henry Guldveld stood staring into the cave’s shadowy maw for what felt like an age, his legs refusing to move. The young lad and his family lived in the shadow of Mt Kanin, which meant they paid tribute to the monster living within. Some years, their harvests were bountiful, and the tribute was an easy price to pay for safe roads. Other years, they barely managed to scrape by, but the tribute still had to be paid. Anyone brave enough to refuse wound up dead, suffering the same terrible fate as the bandit gangs that once terrorized the region. Anyone that wanted to live had to hand over a portion of their livestock, even if it meant starving themselves and their families.

However, it was said the beast could be reasoned with, and whenever times grew tough, Henry's father went out to parley. Marcus Guldveld was a man of unparalleled grit, one of the few who could stand up to the beast and come back alive. As the tribute drew nearer during leaner years, he made the climb to the creature's lair on his own, then arranged for his family to pay the tribute some other way. When he came back down the mountain, he had a plan to see them through, and the beast never swooped down to destroy their livelihood. Marcus was the closest thing to a hero Henry had ever known… but a few days ago, the grizzled farmer had broken his leg.

It wasn't much of a fall, barely three feet, but it was enough to crack his shin and make him curse with every step. Making the climb up Mt. Kanin would be next to impossible with his injury, but their family desperately needed the beast's leniency, so Markus insisted he had to try.

Henry's mother, however, wouldn't hear of it. “You could die on that mountain!" she cried, “At least with you here, there's a chance we can make up the losses… we'll starve without you."

“We'll starve if I stay! Two cows and two pigs is half our damn livelihood… if I can convince her to leave one of the cows, we can sell it, buy more chickens with the coin, then breed them to make up the loss."

“Marcus, you can barely make it to the outhouse with your leg! Climbing that mountain is out of the question."

“Damnit, Leina, I will not let this family starve! And we both know what could happen if we come up short without warning. Remember what happened to the Hickertons? If I tie a good enough splint, then maybe-"

“I can go." Henry had been hovering just outside the room when the words left his mouth, forced out amid his parents' desperation.

His mother looked at him as though he'd made some childish joke, but his father met his gaze with intense scrutiny. “Do you really think you're up to it?" he stoically asked, each word as weighty as granite.

“You can't seriously be thinking of sending him," Leina said with a start. “He's never even seen it, much less found his way to its lair!"

“The path isn't hard to follow," Marcus retorted, “And she won't attack without warning." He then turned to Henry. “The question is, are you willing to stare down death itself?"

Henry's words caught in his throat. The coward in him wanted to say no, to refuse and let his father attempt the daunting climb in his place… but if his father died doing what he could have done himself, it would be a fate worse than death. “Yes," he finally replied, “Yes I am."

Leina looked incredulously between him and his father. “We can't offer up our only son to that monster! What would stop it from killing him on the spot?"

“He's not a child any more, Leina… he has the right to make his own decisions." When he turned to Henry, his expression was calm and trusting. “You can do this, son. Be respectful, be clear, and be honest. Gods willing, she won't ask much of us, but don't haggle if it's something we can survive without."

Henry felt his father's confidence bolstering his spirits, and the prospect of filling his father's shoes seemed just a bit less daunting. “I understand," he replied with a nod, “When should I head out?"

“Sooner is better… you should leave tomorrow morning, right after you finish your chores. I'll put together the things you'll need for the trip. With any luck, you'll be able to make it to the cave in the early afternoon, and you should make it most of the way back before dark."

“And be careful when you're on the mountain," his mother added with an air of defeat, “Those goat trails are all too easy to tumble off of."

“You're braver than I was at your age," his father remarked, “I'm sure you'll do just fine."

But now that Henry stood before the beast's lair, he felt anything but brave. The cave ahead certainly looked the part of a monster's home, with stalactites of jagged rock and a path of melted stone forming the teeth and tongue of a gigantic beast. Once he'd started up the mountain, it hadn't been hard to find thanks to the scorch marks scarring the rock, but then again, the creature within was hardly the sort for subterfuge. Henry had heard the tales of how it could turn trees into charcoal, hunted gangs of brigands for sport, and hoarded shiny baubles from all across the land. He shuddered to think what such a beast would think of him, a farmer's son in patched clothes carrying naught but empty pleas. His father had said it was reasonable, but what if it wasn't? What if it decided to kill him for intruding? What if it lit him on fire for fun? What if it laughed at him for his foolish audacity before sending him home empty-handed?

Henry had to squeeze his eyes shut to force the spiraling possibilities from his mind. The fact was that his father had the courage to deal with this beast face to face, and so should he. Like his father said, if he was up front and candid, she'd probably listen and offer a solution. Probably.

He forced his feet forward before “probably" became something less certain, marching himself down the smooth path that led through the stalagmites and into the cave. As the first stalactites passed overhead, darkness began to wrap around him like a ghostly cloak, but just as Henry began to regret not packing a lantern, he spied a warm glow deeper in the cave. It almost seemed like the light was coming towards him, perhaps heralding a tide of roiling flame… but that trick of the light dwindled as he got closer.

It appeared to be the flickering of a firelit chamber just around the next bend, causing his legs to stiffen with terror once more. This must be the beast's inner sanctum, where it slumbered and devoured those who dared defy it… but Henry couldn't stop now. If the stories were true, it would have already heard him, or smelled him, or divined his presence through some sixth sense. Turning back now would be worse than not coming at all, so Henry marched on, forcing his fears to the back of his mind.

When he reached the final bend in the cavern, Henry approached it as tentatively as he could, peeking out just enough to spy what lay beyond. His efforts were betrayed, however, when he let out a gasp of wonder at what he saw: a pile of gold, silver, and jewels beyond his wildest imaginings. There were goblets, ewers, candlesticks, statues… all of it mixed into more coins than Henry had seen in his entire life.

Atop the treasure trove was a reptilian creature twice as big as a horse with leathery wings, a tapering finned tail, and a thin wisp of smoke drifting from its nostrils. It was a dragon, the very beast he'd come to ask for mercy… though now that he had a good look at it from afar, it didn't seem quite so monstrous. For one, it was sleeping in a curled ball like some gargantuan cat, and for another, its smooth emerald scales made it a living work of art. Frills of darker green ran down its back and along its cheeks, and he could just barely make out an underbelly the color of creamy butter. Henry had never seen something so magnificent, and his wonder gently drew him forward from his hiding spot.

The corners of the cave held small pools of flaming fluid that lit the room like braziers, casting a dancing light upon gold-filled channels in the walls. These gilded lines formed strange geometric patterns, coiling around the entire cave in murals too large and primordial to be done by human hands. Henry couldn't tell whether the dragon had made them or if they had been there long before… could a dragon's claws really craft such finery? He took a step closer toward the murals for a better look, only to hear a feminine voice as smooth as silk and cold as steel behind him. “I assume you have a good reason for entering my home uninvited, mortal."

After a moment's paralysis, Henry turned to see the dragon looking straight at him, her eyes glowing like golden embers. Only her head had risen from her perch upon her hoard, but she still seemed ready to kill him the second the urge struck her. “Y-yes," Henry stammered with an apologetic bow, “I… I came to speak with you." The words felt awkward and coarse as they left his lips, and embarrassment suddenly crowded out his fear.

“Hmm…" Her eyes traced over him, scanning every inch of tanned skin and ragged cloth. “You do know it is customary to kneel before your betters, don't you?"

“Uh, yes, of course…" Henry clumsily sank down to one knee. “I just-"

“Not over there, mortal." Smoke curled from her lips as she spoke, hinting at the annoyance beneath her composed tone. “Come closer."

“Y-yes ma'am." Once he'd staggered back to his feet, Henry tentatively made his way forward, trying to gauge just how close she meant. His hammering heart wasn't helping matters, and neither was the way her gaze burned straight into his soul. At about three yards away, he decided he was close enough and knelt back down, this

time on both knees in what he hoped was a show of respect.

He couldn't help but feel relieved as a small smile crossed the dragon's lips. “That's better," the dragon purred, idly tracing one claw through the bed of wealth she lay upon. “Now, you do have a name, don't you?"

“Yes ma'am… my name's Henry."

“Hrmph…" The dragon began to stand with the grace of a tiger, effortlessly uncoiling herself to stalk towards the kneeling human.

As her wings stretched wide and her tail lashed back and forth, it finally dawned on Henry just how large she really was: had he been standing, his head wouldn't have even come up to her belly. Now that he was kneeling, she towered over him, an apex predator looking down upon what might soon be her prey.

“Henry…" She said his name as if mulling it over in her mind, perhaps trying to determine how he'd taste by name alone. “I am Virendia, sovereign of this mountain and whatever else I deem to be mine." Instead of facing him directly, she moved to circle around him, pacing so close he could feel her heated breath ruffling his hair. “Your scent is awfully familiar… did I kill one of your relatives?"

“What?" It took a second for Henry to comprehend what she was asking and a second more for him to answer. “No… or at least I don't think so…"

“Hmm…" Virendia suddenly leaned in until her snout was inches from Henry's neck, her delicate sniffs causing the human to reflexively shiver in terror. “No, you're from one of the farms… the one to the north with the short oak tree and the brown-shingled roof, if I'm not mistaken. I take it Marcus is your father?"

Henry suddenly felt a whole new strain of fear, the kind one feels when a total stranger knows where you live. “Y-yes… yes ma'am."

The dragon emitted a contented growl, finally coming back around to once more lounge upon her hoard. “Henry the farmer," she mused, sinking back into her nest of gold and silver. “Son of Marcus the farmer. Now, what would a lowly peasant come all this way to speak with me about?"

The weight of what he'd come to do fell back upon Henry's shoulders, and his instincts for self-preservation shoved the words back down his throat as soon as he began to think them. He strained to force an answer from his lips for what felt like minutes, all while Virendia met his gaze with patient curiosity. “I… I'm here about the tribute," he finally replied, clearing the first hurdle but doing little to calm his nerves.

“Ah… have you come to offer more this year?" Virendia's tail flicked ever so slightly.

“N-no ma'am, we… we can't pay all of it."

The dragon's expression shifted from pleased to annoyed, threatening to destroy what resolve Henry had left. As her eyes narrowed, her voice took on the chill edge of a stiletto blade. “And how much can you pay?"

“We can give you one cow and two pigs… b-but that's all."

Virendia let out an irritated growl, a deep rumbling sound that seemed to resonate with the earth itself. Smoke curled out from between her bared teeth, but she didn't set fire to the kneeling human just yet. “Is that all you *can* give me, or is that all you *will* give me?"

“I-if we give off any more livestock, we'll starve," Henry answered, a sudden wave of panic forcing the words from his throat. “First there was the blight, then the wolf attacks… if we give any more, we'll lose the whole farm!"

As the dragon silently stared him down, Henry began to wonder if his panicked outburst would cost him his life, or if the dragon would simply demand they sacrifice their livelihood as well. For a moment, it seemed he'd come all this way only to fail his family… but then, Virendia's expression softened into benevolent pity. “Well then, I suppose we can waive one meager cow. You've been good serfs so far, and it'd be foolish to let such loyalty die from one run of bad luck."

Henry bowed with relieved fervor, prostrating himself before the dragon. “T-thank you, thank you, ma'am… we'll make it up to you next year, I swear." After the terror he'd felt, his success was exhilarating, and he immediately began to imagine how his family would react to the good news.

Virendia's response, however, soured his relief. “Oh, you're still paying the full tribute," she purred, “It just won't be with your precious livestock. Can any of your neighbors help?"

“Our neighbors?" It took him a second to realize he hadn't so much solved the issue as redirected it. “I… most of them are worse off than we are. They won't give up their cattle when it isn't their month to pay tribute, and even if they did, they'd be dooming themselves instead of us."

A cruel smirk graced the dragon's lips. “And here I thought you mortals were communal creatures… but no matter. I'm sure you have something else valuable to offer as an alternative, don't you?"

After a moment of thought, Henry's face brightened with inspiration. “We've got a bushel or two of barley to spare, plus a whole barrel of cabbage. That's worth about as much as a cow at market, so you can take them instead!"

What little mirth showed in the dragon's expression twisted into wrath, and Henry's excitement immediately deflated. “Do you think I'm just another mortal at the market," Virendia growled, “Here to trade coin for weeds and millet?" She slowly rose back to her feet, smoke once more puffing from her jaws as her wings unfurled menacingly. “Do you think I eat grain from a trough like some dumb beast?"

“N-no," Henry stammered in reply, sinking to the floor in apology. “I-"

“Perhaps I ought to just take you as the replacement," Virendia mused as she paced toward the human, “You've already delivered yourself straight to my doorstep, and you smell oh-so sweet and tender…" Her long, dextrous tongue traced over her pointed teeth as if savoring the meal to come. “Or maybe I'll keep you alive for a while as my plaything…"

Terror finally overcame decorum as the human scrambled back, even though he knew there was no outrunning the beast before him. “No, please!"

Surprisingly, the beast heeded his plea and stopped advancing, though she still stared at him with hunger gleaming in her eyes. “Hmph. I suppose I could reconsider if you offered something more… appetizing."

“W-we don't have any money," Henry blurted, desperate to say anything in order to prolong his life. “The tax collectors took most of it, and the rest…" He struggled to think of something else to offer, as pathetically begging for his life certainly wouldn't help. “W-we're hard workers! We can build things… barns, walls, anything you could want!"

The dragon let out an amused giggle. “If I wanted something built, I'd kidnap a mason. I've no need for a farmer's labor… but perhaps you're good for more than farming." As Henry tried to guess what she meant, Virendia paced forward and circled around him once more, her flexing claws clicking against the ground with each step. “Would you say you're fairly healthy?"

“Wha… healthy?" He momentarily considered lying to make himself a less appetizing meal, but the dragon could probably smell his lack of sickness. “I… I guess so."

Virendia's tail had begun flicking back and forth, though Henry couldn't tell if it signaled agitation or excitement. “And you're reasonably durable?"

“Durable? You mean… tough?"

A strange tone crept into her voice, different from hunger but not entirely unrelated. “In a sense… and how long can you hold your breath?"

“What?"

The dragon came to a stop a few feet in front of him, perhaps frustrated by his slowness to answer. “Actually, never mind all that… I think a more thorough inspection is in order. Stand up and turn around."

Henry hesitantly did as she asked. He half expected to feel her claws slicing through his spine or her teeth biting into his neck, but no such attack came. The only thing aimed at his back was Virendia's intense gaze, and Henry could practically feel it scorching through his shirt.

“Now… take off your clothes. Your shirt, your shoes, every single stitch."

Henry looked over his shoulder in confusion, unsure if the dragon was making some kind of joke. “What-"

“I didn't tell you to turn around," the dragon purred, “I told you to disrobe."

“But-"

Virendia's voice dropped into a growl. “Your clothes won't make you taste any worse, mortal… nor will they make you any less flammable."

The threats cleared enough of Henry's doubts for him to take off his shirt, exposing his torso to the cool air in the cave. Then came his shoes, and then his socks, forcing him to stand barefoot on the cold stone floor. He hesitated a moment when it came to removing his pants, but once he heard the dragon's razor-sharp claws tapping impatiently on the ground, Henry pulled them off.

The moment he hesitated in removing his underwear, he heard the dragon step forward and felt her hot breath on his back. “Every. Single. Stitch."

With a barely audible whimper, Henry gingerly added his underwear to his piled clothes, leaving him completely naked and somehow even more helpless than before. He felt like a piece of tender meat hanging in a butcher's shop, his skin chilled by a light breeze where the dragon's hot breath didn't grace his backside. To make matters worse, Virendia seemed intent on fully taking in his torso, thighs, and buttocks… or perhaps she just enjoyed watching him squirm.

It felt like a full two minutes passed before the dragon said anything, and when she did, it only served to stoke the blazing embarrassment in his chest. “Turn around… I want to see the rest of you."

It took a second for him to muster the courage to comply and turn to face Virendia's piercing gaze. He had to crane upward to look her in the eye, but the dragon soon began to survey his body once more, her eyes lingering worryingly on his manhood.

Before he could cover himself with his hands, she reached out one giant forepaw to gently fondle his nethers, and while his first instinct was to pull away, her sharp claws made him reconsider. “Mmmm… and what do we have here?"

Henry couldn't help but flinch as she cupped his testes, and he had to fight hard to stand stock still. One slip of her claws could castrate him, but she was surprisingly gentle in handling his most sensitive assets, gentler than he thought a creature her size could ever be. The pads of her digits were strangely smooth and supple, making her delicate inspection of his family jewels oddly pleasant. He'd expected her scales to be cold and unpleasant to the touch, but there was a strange cozy warmth radiating from them, like a blanket left beside a fireplace for just long enough.

Virendia seemed deeply satisfied by what she felt, and her voice dipped into a sultry purr. “Soft and tender… just like the rest of you." Her thumb-like dewclaw began to rub circles into the top of his limp member, releasing his testes for the moment to play with his cock. For the first time since entering the cave, Henry didn't see an ounce of sadism in Virendia's expression, though the playful smirk that replaced it was almost as worrying. “Does this little thing get any bigger?"

It took all of his might to speak through the mix of terror and shame tearing at his chest. “Y-y-yeah," he eventually murmured, “Just, ah… just keep doing that."

She continued rubbing as he spoke, moving down his half-erect shaft and kneading his tip with her palm. It almost felt comical to receive a handjob from such a massive creature, but there was nothing silly about the dragon's skill. Henry could feel his body reacting enthusiastically to her touch, her dexterous paw coaxing blood into his shaft one throb at a time. An overwhelming mix of arousal and terror washed over him, making it hard to process the dragon's next statement.

“I'd like to offer you a deal," Virendia purred. “I'm willing to forgive any shortcomings in your tribute this year, but only on the condition that you serve as my personal toy."

Henry had a hard time formulating a reply, but he eventually forced the words past his lips. “Toy? Like… like your slave?" It was better than being eaten, and it sounded like she was being honest about waiving the tribute, but he had no clue what the dragon might force her new slave to do.

“No, my dear mortal… slaves have duties, responsibilities, work schedules. All you'd have to do is obey my every whim… most of which I don't think you'll have an issue with." Virendia let go of his manhood and began to pace once more, this time getting close enough to rub her flank against him. As with her paws, her smooth scales felt comfortingly warm, and Henry had to resist the urge to lean back into her advances. “You see, we dragons have urges and desires just like any other creature. They might not strike as often, but when they do, they can be quite… disruptive." Her tail flicked back and forth, though this time she kept it high in the air, allowing Henry to catch a scant glimpse between her thighs. “Other dragons can certainly help alleviate these urges, but most of them are only concerned with their own needs, and their help all too often comes at a cost. Humans, on the other hand, can reach all sorts of fun places… and as an added bonus, you aren't in a position to demand things in return."

Henry realized what she meant after a few seconds, but it was still so absurd he had to question it. “Wait, you… you mean you're in heat?"

“Exactly. Usually it isn't too terrible, but I haven't mated in years, and all that neglect can drive a dragon mad. Then you came wandering in, a cute little mortal with such a virile scent, and, well… I think you'll make a fine substitute."

So she wanted to have sex with him? Part of him thought it was an exciting idea, especially given how good she was with her paws, but he quickly realized their difference in size would make things difficult. She could claw him, crush him, or smother him, and that was just the things she could do by accident. If at any point she decided he would be a better meal than a lover, or that he ought to be scorched for his impotence, there was nothing he could do to avoid his fate. “And… if I refuse?"

Virendia leaned in and whispered in his ear, all while her flank pressed against his back. “Then you'll be all alone in a cave with a pent-up dragon who doesn't take kindly to being denied." She had curled around Henry like a snake, twisting about to look him in the eyes once more. “But I can hear your heart hammering, mortal, and I can smell your excitement. You can't refuse because it's the most exotic thing a mortal like you could ever hope to accomplish. I know you're terrified, but there's nothing to fear if you do what I say." With that, Virendia began to pace back towards her hoard, rubbing amorously against him along the way and flicking her tail against his bare rump. Once she stood before the massive pile of valuables, she gazed back and gestured for him to follow. “Come, mortal, take a seat… I think you could use some encouragement."

“Yes ma'am…" While Henry might normally object to laying with a dragon, it wasn't like he had any other choice. The dragon had made her terms quite clear, and for whatever it was worth, he sensed she really did have no intention of harming him. He did his best to fight through the terror, forcing himself to focus on the spark of excitement welling up inside him. That excitement was stoked in part by a glance at Virendia's rump, where her lifted tail revealed a slit in her pale underbelly that must've been her nethers. Even from a distance, the scales seemed softer and slightly swollen from the dragon's arousal, and it didn't take much to imagine penetrating her eager slit. He made his way over to where she waited, and when she showed no issue to him touching her hoard, he clambered up the pile and sat down in the little divot she indicated. The gold and silver felt strangely warm against his bare skin, though given Virendia's ability to radiate heat, it was hardly surprising.

The dragon laid down right in front of him, wasting no time in nudging his thighs apart with her snout. Her hot breath made his manhood throb with anticipation, and she inhaled deeply with her nose right up against his half-erect member. “Mmmm… you smell positively delectable," she purred, “Just lay back and relax, mortal… all I want is a taste."

Relaxing was a tad difficult when Virendia opened her cavernous mouth, but Henry was swiftly rewarded for his compliance by her dexterous tongue. The warm, soft, slimy thing licked all the way around his tip, causing him to let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a sqeak. “Nnnnngh… wow," he murmured, “You've got a hell of a tou-uuugh!"

He was interrupted by her tongue suddenly coiling halfway down his length and squeezing his manhood in a saliva-slicked embrace. It slithered around his manhood like a boa constrictor, bathing his tender flesh in hot spittle. Before he could catch his breath, the dragon suddenly lunged forward and closed her lips around the base of his shaft, sealing his member in the cozy inferno of her maw. With Virendia intent on massaging every inch of his cock at once, Henry found himself unable to think about anything else, even the fact that her teeth must be mere inches from his skin. The dragon's wet, decadent slurping was unlike anything he'd heard before, and the sheer mass of her head between his thighs was nothing short of awe-inspiring.

His limbs weakly squirmed against the pile of valuables, and a low groan leaked from his lips. Looking down into the dragon's glowing golden eyes, it seemed like she was trying to suck out his soul, slurping and suckling while her powerful tongue slipped and squeezed around his shaft. “That's… holy hell… you're…"

She seemed to delight in his incoherence, a sure sign she'd rendered him helpless with pleasure. The force of her aggressive bobbing gradually pushed him backward across the hoard, but Virdendia kept him in place by pinning his thighs with her forepaws. This gave her the leverage to spread his legs further apart, preventing even the slightest obstruction to her leeching advances.

It was hardly a minute before Henry felt tension building in his loins, and his manhood began leaking precum into her greedy maw. He could feel her throat move as she swallowed every drop, though it didn't slow her down in the slightest. The closer he got to orgasm, the harder she sucked, until at last he tensed for his final release with an ecstatic moan. “I'm… I'm gonna-"

Just before he reached the point of no return, the dragon suddenly pulled back from his member, leaving it needily throbbing and covered with saliva. “Oh, my dear mortal," she tauntingly cooed, “Did you really think I'd take care of your arousal before my own?" She stood and stepped forward onto the hoard, once more looming over Henry in a way he found both intimidating and strangely arousing. “Perhaps I've been a bit unclear on what it means to be my toy… allow me to give you a demonstration."

“Wha-oof!" Before Heny could object, she put one paw against his chest and pushed him flat on his back, sending coins and gems cascading down the side of the pile. Then, she turned around so her rear paws stood on either side of his head, giving him an unobstructed view of her nethers. He could swear her vulva had gotten softer and redder, perhaps as a consequence of heightened arousal. Her whole slit was coated in a film of feminine fluids, and when she reached back to spread her lips with two digits, he could see her slick tunnel clenching with anticipation. Inside, her scales gave way to soft, silky flesh the color of grapefruit, and the excessive heat radiating from her loins steamed in the chilly air. Henry let out a small wordless noise of amazement, but before he could get too engrossed in gawking, a fat bead of her juices dripped down and spattered against his forehead.

Suddenly, her hips dropped down onto his face, smooshing her engorged snatch against his head before he could get his hands in the way. The sheer heat radiating from her felt like he'd been shoved headfirst into an oven, and the primal musk he'd only caught hints of before now flooded his nostrils. He couldn't breathe, and when he moved to push her off, he found his strength no match for several tons of horny dragon.

It was as though the mountain itself was sitting on his face, relishing his innefectual attempts to get free. Virendia began to grind her slit against him, pressing his whole face into her surprisingly soft innards and using his facial features to massage her sensitive entrance. As she ground the soft lump of her clit against his chin, she let out a low growl of pleasure that reverberated through her whole body. “Mmmm, there's a good toy," she taunted, “Keep squirming… I promise I'll let you breathe in a bit."

Below her, Henry's fight-or-flight instincts had kicked into full gear, deafening him to the dragon's sultry moans. All he could perceive was the slippery orifice squeezing and grinding against his face, the slimy substance trickling into his nostrils, and the immense weight that could kill him with ease. All she had to do was lay down for a nap, and her supple loins would smother him in a matter of minutes…. but just as he began to truly feel the effects of suffocation, the weight and the wet warmth suddenly lifted off of him.

Henry gulped down several lungfuls of air, trying to fill his lungs before the dragon could smother him once more. Every ounce of air reeked of draconic arousal, and his face was still thoroughly soaked with her feminine fluids, but at least he was finally able to breathe.

Virendia lifted up a bit higher to gaze at him from between her forelegs, and an expression approaching concern crossed her features. “Hmm… perhaps I've overestimated your durability."

Henry wanted to beg her to not smother him again, but he didn't have enough breath to push the words from his throat.

“How about this," the dragon offered, “You show me what you can do with those cute little hands of yours, and if you do a good job, I won't have to smother you quite so much."

Henry's frantic nodding communicated his understanding loud and clear. Under any other circumstances, he would treat pleasuring a dragon's most sensitive spot with the reverent significance it deserved, but he guessed any slowness on his part would lead to him getting crushed. He reached up with both hands and began to feel around her snatch, massaging and spreading the soft lips to see what lay within.

As he probed around, he could feel the powerful muscles within clenching encouragingly, squeezing tight around his hands despite her massive size. Then, she relaxed, and Henry began to realize just how stretchy her loins could be. He figured he could easily fit his whole arm in her, which made him wonder just how big a dragon would have to be to satisfy her. Would his arm be enough for her, or would it just leave her craving more? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Henry cautiously began sliding his hand into her, earning a deep growl of enjoyment from the dragon. Her canal clenched and undulated around his forearm, firmly coaxing his balled fist deeper and deeper into her loins. He tried to pull it out a bit in order to pump it back and forth, but her nethers suddenly constricted around his wrist in an iron grip, preventing him from doing anything other than pushing deeper.

Still, he felt there was more he could do to pleasure the dragon. Above her main entrance was a smaller hole, and above that was her clit, which he gently began to rub with his unoccupied hand. It was roughly the size of a tangerine, and while it bulged out a bit more than a human's, it was still vulnerable to being gently caressed.

“Mmmm," Virendia murmured, “That's a good toy…" As Henry sunk his arm elbow-deep and tenderly massaged her clit, the dragon shifted her weight and slowly laid herself down on top of his legs. Only her hips remained in the air, with her legs spread wide and her tail hiked like a cat in heat. She let out a subdued sigh, then a less subdued moan, gradually giving up on the concept of being subtle. “Very good toy…"

Her domineering demeanor melted like butter, and it took no time at all for Henry to get into a good rhythm. Her nethers clenched hungrily around his arm as he thrust against her most sensitive spots, though she didn't stop him from pulling back after each plunge. Each motion brought forth more and more of her feminine fluids, and before long, her liquid arousal coated his entire torso. It was as if her body was begging for release with every contraction and quiver, gushing delight as he scratched an itch unheeded for far too long.

“Ooooh… don't you dare stop…" Virendia's deep, primal growls of pleasure echoed in the cavern around them, stoking Henry's sense of awestruck arousal. He'd expected her to roar and growl like some kind of animal, but all the subtle gasps and moans she made were far more… human. No, that wasn't the right term; no human could ever sound so powerful. No human would let themselves succumb to the primal pleasures she felt, either, the bestial urge to rut and breed until you passed out from exhaustion.

The dragon thrust herself against his advances, eager to force his fist deeper inside her, but he managed to push back just enough to avoid being smothered once more. The hand on her clit helped prevent her from crushing his feeble form, and if he hadn't been using both hands at once, she doubtlessly would have slid all the way down to his shoulder by now. This way, he retained some small semblance of control… or maybe Virendia just enjoyed having him do all the work.

As he pleasured the dragon with his whole forearm, Henry felt his manhood throbbing back to life beneath her scaly underbelly. He began to wonder how her hot loins would feel wrapped around his shaft, how tight her slick canal would clench against his tip… gods, he could only guess how wonderful she'd feel. Sure, she might be too big to get much out of it, but her muscles were still strong enough to make it a tight fit. His imagination began to fan the sparks of his arousal into a bonfire, conjuring images of him turning the tables on the beast. Maybe after he'd brought her off with his hands, she'd let him climb atop her scaly form and consummate his amorous desires… or maybe she'd ride him hard enough to crush his bones to dust.

The closer Virendia got to climaxing, the more her tail curled up towards her back, and the more her wings flapped reflexively in the air. Her clenching and throbbing only grew more intense, as did the force of her pressing back against his thrusts. Henry began to wonder if it was really safe to be underneath an orgasming dragon, but before he could act on that sentiment, the dragon finally hit her limit. Her loins spasmed in pleasure and her hips dropped back onto him like an avalanche as she let out an earth-shaking roar, a sound that made Henry flinch in fear.

Thankfully, Henry managed to avoid being smothered by her soaked snatch a second time, but it still felt like her vaginal contractions were trying to wrench his arm from its socket. With her full weight sunk into him, he couldn't stop her wild grinding against him even if he'd wanted to. There was no choice but to let her ride out her orgasm, mindlessly rutting against him like a beast while soaking him in even more of her fluids. He thought he could feel her straining his ribs as she finally took him all the way to the shoulder, threatening to crush his chest in a hedonistic frenzy… but luckily, her orgasm wound down before anything gave way.

After a minute, her moaning and quivering dissolved into panting and twitching, and Virendia slowly got to her feet. Henry's arm slid from her loins with a loud slurping sound, her inner muscles squeezing him one last time before letting him go. Without her weight pinning it down, his renewed erection sprung up at full mast, eager to give the dragon at least a second round.

Virendia recovered surprisingly quickly, but instead of moving to engulf his member in her sweet nethers, she panted a rather odd command. “Sit up for me, my little toy… and try to keep a straight back."

“Yes ma'am," Henry replied, sitting up as straight as he could on the haphazard hoard of gold and silver. He didn't know what she was planning, but in the wake of her first orgasm, he didn't bother questioning her motives.

“Good…" The dragon looked down between her legs once more, but instead of looking him in the eye, she seemed to be focused on something behind him. “Now just hold that pose…"

At first, Henry did as he was told, but when he felt something wet drip down onto the back of his neck, he began to realize something was wrong. It was then that he noticed the strange crouching stance she'd sunk into, and once he felt a radiant heat like an oven overhead, he realized what she had in mind. “Wait, I don-"

He was cut off as the dragon suddenly dropped her hips, smushing his head into her slick nethers. She was so wet and relaxed that she swallowed his whole head in one go, her engorged labia squeezing around his neck like a living collar. “Hush, mortal," she gasped, “I'll tell you when I want you to struggle."

Henry's world went black as the silky walls of her canal enveloped his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth, flooding his senses once more with the stench of her arousal. Even with squelching and sucking sounds surrounding his ears, Henry could hear each beat of her powerful heart, along with her deep, sensual panting. When he instinctively reached up to touch his face, his hands encountered the groin of a dragon instead, her smooth scutes resting comfortably on his shoulders. He couldn't help but panic and voice his objections, but the thick muscle around him muffled his words to a slight “Mmff mmmff mff!"

In response, Virendia let out a long, satisfied moan. “Oh, you won't be escaping this," she purred, her voice reverberating through her body and all around Henry's head. “But do keep talking… it'll make this so much more fun for me." Her engorged lips tightened around his neck, not quite strangling but still preventing his escape. Then, her grip relaxed right as her hips dropped down once more, this time forcing her snatch all the way over his shoulders. The dragon let out a strained growl as she passed his widest point, then sighed in relief as she easily slid down further.

“Mmff hmmf!" His attempts to push her off were interrupted when his biceps became pinned to his sides, shortly followed by his elbows and his forearms. Her canal clenched around him like a tightly wrapped sheet, rubbing every inch of him with soft, silky goodness. It was a bit like being drowned, smothered, and baked all at once, but luckily he had enough room to breathe. With his rump still sitting on the ground, his escape attempt made him feel like a wriggling worm, but he still put all his effort into it. Doing so made the dragon let out a long, low moan of pleasure, encouraging her to slide her snatch all the way down to his hips.

“Ahhhh, that's the spirit," the dragon sighed, “Keep struggling… there's a good toy." She was now squatting all the way down to the hoard, and the only thing keeping her from pressing her loins against the treasure was Henry's hips and thighs. With a slight shift, she caught his member in her silky snare, and then he felt her begin to *suck*. The whole length of her canal, from his forehead all the way down to his cock, began to squeeze and undulate in an attempt to pull him even deeper. She slowly stood up with a satisfied sigh, and to Henry's horror, her grip was strong enough to overcome gravity, hoisting him into the air.

“Mmmmf!" Henry's legs kicked in the air as she stood to her full height, trying in vain to break her iron grip before she consumed him entirely. Unfortunately, his squirming and struggling only caused contractions that pulled him even further in, all while her bestial moans reverberated through his fleshy prison. Worse still, her walls now rubbed and massaged his needy manhood, providing it the slick, tight, heated friction it desired. By the time her clenching orifice reached his knees, he felt as though there was no chance he could escape, and as her canal undulated around his body, he realized he didn't want to. It was so warm… so soft… so tight… “Mmmf…"

“Oh, don't give up now," she teased, sucking him in up to his shins with a moan. “You're not much good to me as a toy if you won't play along."

After less than a minute, the only visible parts of him were his feet, poking out from between her labia like a child trying and failing to hide. The rest of Henry's body was snugly engulfed by her hungry muff, a lurid cage that throbbed and clenched in response to his every motion. It was almost as if she was deliberately focusing her contractions on his member, and even as he struggled to get a full lungful of air, Henry couldn't help but grind back against her silky insides. With a penultimate pull, she sucked him in to his heels, then finally fully swallowed him head to toe.

Virendia let out a long, contented moan, then shifted herself slightly to settle the weight of the human inside her. When she put one paw to her belly, she could feel the lump he made in her abdomen, and he could feel her gentle touch through her scales. “You know, you're a bit bigger than what I'm used to," she cooed, “But you've gotten me so very worked up, and you stretch me out oh-so-wonderfully." Virendia tenderly stroked her captive prey, seeming to savor his weight within her. “Now squirm for me mortal… show me why you're a better toy than a meal."

She punctuated her command by clenching around his whole body, very nearly crushing the air from Henry's lungs. In an instant, he realized he was no safer here than he'd be anywhere else in her lair. The muscles around him were made for milking dragons dry, and he was far less durable than a dragon; if she really wanted to, her silky tunnel could squeeze his whole body with the force of an anaconda.

Once she'd relaxed a little, Henry began to grind his erection against her insides, then began wriggling his arms and legs at the same time. He mainly wanted to see how hard it would be to maneuver around, but the intense growl of pleasure from Virendia proved he'd hit a few sweet spots along the way. Her muff squeezed all around him once more, reflexively clenching in pleasure, but Henry gradually figured out a way to move within her slimy grip. As he began to maneuver his arms up and over his head, his elbows pressed and rubbed against an oddly firm spot, causing the dragon to moan like a harlot. “I… by the stars… just like that…" His attempts to crawl backwards had a similar effect, causing her to pull him even deeper in her ecstasy. “G-good toy…"

Henry could hear her heartbeat picking up speed, thumping all around him over the squelching and sucking. Eventually, he managed to get his hands over his head and into the canal ahead of him, but with her loins squeezing every inch of him like a pulsing straightjacket, he was still no closer to freeing himself. He wasn't sure how deep Virendia's heated tunnel went, but he could feel himself sinking further into her depths with every second. With escape an impossibility, Henry began to focus more on the dragon's pleasure, his anxious desire to escape gradually melting into an amorous second wind.

He eagerly squirmed, kicked, and humped against her soft walls, coaxing out more primordial moans and slightly crushing contractions from the dragon. The slick, hot softness against his cock was as pleasurable as her maw, and as his own arousal began to build, Henry went so far as to madly lick and kiss her flesh wherever he could. Her scent and her juices already filled his nose and mouth, and now that he'd gotten used to it, the overpowering musk was positively intoxicating. Coherent thoughts were harder and harder to string together, leaving only the animalistic desire to climax.

“So good… my legs… I can't…" In the midst of his squirming, Henry felt the dragon suddenly shift position, laying down upon her bed of coins and grinding against the mountain of metal. Her body squeezed even tighter around him as a result, and while he still wasn't being crushed to death, it made squirming around that much harder. He then felt her slowly roll over onto her back, taking great care not to crush her wings beneath her. With her tight walls hugging him on all sides, being flipped upside down wasn't nearly as disorienting as he'd expected, but he still paused for a moment to assess his position. Finally, Henry felt an odd sort of pressure near his feet, and it took him a moment to realize Virendia was rubbing her swollen clit with one paw. “Oh, don't stop now," she panted after a soft growl, “I'd hate for your hard work to be all for nau-"

The dragon's last word died in her throat as Henry resumed his squirming, grinding his erection against her heavenly innards. At the same time, Virendia's masturbation sparked more powerful contractions that continued to pull her human toy deeper. After a few moments, Henry thought he felt something firm brush against his fingers, and with another clench of the dragon's muff, he discovered it was a ring of tough muscle even more sensitive than her canal.

“Oh, you naughty little toy," Virendia moaned, “Keep that up and… and…" Once more, the dragon's words melted into incoherent vocalizations.

Henry realized with a start that this must be her cervix, or whatever the equivalent was for dragons. He could feel it moving ever so slightly as if beckoning him in, though there was no way he'd fit himself through the inch-wide hole in the middle. Fitting his dick in there was another story… but there was no way he could contort his way into position before her undulating walls made him climax.

On top of her soft, silky texture, the dragon's overpowering scent was beginning to entice him as well, almost as if it were a bewitching curse slithering its way into his mind. More and more of his higher thoughts melted into slurry, leaving only animalistic urges and a bottomless pool of lust.

“Oh, stars above," Virendia moaned, her voice dripping with lurid ecstasy. Henry massaging her cervix pushed her further down the path to orgasm, and the closer she got, the harder her body squeezed her living toy. “A-a-almost…" Moments later, she reached the point of no return, and no amount of stillness on Henry's part could have stopped the coming storm. The dragon let out a bestial roar as she finally came, and her whole body seized as if she was being electrocuted.

Henry came mere seconds before Virendia, spurting his seed into her slimy flesh as it squeezed tight against his member. Bliss flooded his every nerve as his tension released one throb at a time, numbing him to everything other than heavenly friction. At the same time, her walls constricted around him tighter than ever before, hungrily sucking him inward with one last mighty gulp… and then, the world felt out from under him.

When he awoke, Henry felt as though he was spinning madly through an endless void, but the sensation dissipated as something warm and slimy caressed his face. He blinked a few times and found himself lying on his back, gazing up at Virendia as she loomed over him. Every inch of his body was coated in Virendia's slick feminine fluids, and as he began to move, he felt her hoard of gold shift underneath him. “Wha… what happened?"

He tried to sit up, but the dragon gently pushed him back down with one paw. “Shhhh, just lay still… you're in no state to be up and about." Virendia spoke in a soft, comforting tone, like a mother tending to a scraped knee. “I may have grown a bit too excited back there… it's all too easy to forget how fragile you mortals can be." She then went back to cleaning him with her tongue, staring at his face and working downward.

Henry stayed on his back, mostly because he still felt a little fuzzy. “Wait, I… passed out? I didn't… didn't think you could-“

“Well, you were quite an enjoyable toy," Virendia purred in between licks, “That performance put quite a few dragons to shame…"

“Dragons?" The young human felt a strange swell of pride, though he felt a twinge of unease at the same time. “You mean… like…"

The dragon let out a soft chuckle. “Mmhmm… and on top of that, you aren't in any position to make demands afterward." Her muzzle moved lower down his body with exquisite care, making him feel like the crown jewel of her hoard.

As she mentioned demands, Henry suddenly remembered the whole reason he'd come into the cave in the first place. “So does this mean my family's tribute is paid?"

Virendia stopped mid-lick as her expression lost its warmth. “Don't get ahead of yourself, mortal. When your tribute is paid and your term as my toy is up, I'll be certain to let you know. But until then… I intend to enjoy you as thoroughly as possible." Her tone softened with her last few words, and she began to clean his member with an almost playful air.

Henry, however, felt fear begin to claw at the back of his mind. “Are… are you going to keep me here the whole time? I… my father needs my help, he's injured and we won't make it otherwise." Thinking quickly, he decided to add a more pragmatic touch. “If you let me go, we can still fulfill the rest of the tribute, every ounce of it."

“Hmmm…" The dragon pondered for a moment, her tongue rolling his half-limp cock around her mouth as if it would help her think. “I suppose I could be persuaded to let you go for a time…"

“Oh, thank you, I promise-"

“I'll just come get you when it suits me. Yours is the farm with that twisted little oak tree, correct?"

Henry's relief vanished as quickly as it had formed. “Yes… that's the one." The thought of having the dragon come collect him out of the blue for another spelunking session sent shivers of dread up his spine. How often would she come for him? How would he explain it to his parents? What if the dragon decided to explain it for him? What would his father do if he knew his son had made a deal by crawling into a dragon's snatch? What would Virendia do if his father tried to stop him?

With a start, Henry realized the dragon was watching him intently, scanning every inch of his expression as if deducing his innermost thoughts. “Something the matter, my little toy?"

“No…" He could tell he dragon saw right through his lie, but speaking his mind wasn't exactly easy. “Well… I just… I don't think my father would approve."

Virendia's smile twisted into a cruel smirk. “He wouldn't approve of his son working hard to save his life and livelihood? I always thought he was smarter than that…"

“No! He just… he wouldn't understand."

“Mmm." The dragon's muzzle slid gracefully between his thighs, caressing his balls for a moment before moving down his legs. “Your secret is safe with me, little toy. Should he ask, I'll tell him you agreed to polish every inch my hoard."

Henry let out a small sigh of relief. “Thank you."

“You're very welcome, my little toy." She finished cleaning him off in silence, and while it left Henry a bit damp all over, it was better than having Virendia's juices seeping into his every nook and cranny.

With that, Henry clambered down the pile of treasure, sending quite a few coins tumbling down alongside him. As soon as he began moving toward his clothes, the cavern's cold air hit him like a wall of ice, forcing him to clutch his shoulders for warmth. After basking in the inferno of Virendia's snatch, the chilly breeze felt like a winter gale against his naked body.

“And just where do you think you're going?" Virendia purred behind him.

Despite her jovial tone, Henry still stopped in his tracks. “You said I was free to go… right?"

“Are you just going to leave me all alone to go hiking back down my mountain?" Her voice had a playful incredulity to it, as if trying to goad him into staying warmly snuggled against her.

“No, I… well… I just want my family to know I'm okay. If I don't come back, they could think I got hurt on the way here, or…" He paused, weighing the risk of dishonesty against the potentially offensive truth. “…that things didn't go so well with you."

“Hmm…" Virendia stood up with feline grace and paced over to Henry, drawing close enough to warm him with her breath. “I'm certainly not willing to risk my precious little toy hurting himself climbing… but since I'm feeling especially generous, we can set your poor father's mind at ease."

Henry's expression creased with worry. “We?"

“Yes, we. Get dressed, mortal."

The young human quickly complied, retrieving his clothes from the pile he'd left them in. Before long, he was fully dressed, and while he still felt damp with Virendia's various fluids, it wasn't like he could take a bath in the cave. As he finished pulling on his shoes, Virendia made her way to the cave's exit, prompting Henry to follow obediently behind her. However, he couldn't help but cast a yearning glance back to her hoard, now unguarded for as long as she was away. On the one hand, just a few handfuls of it could set his family up for life… but on the other, Virendia would likely hunt any would-be thieves to the ends of the earth.

Before long, the two of them stood at the mouth of the cave where the smooth melted stone met the zigzagging goat trail Henry had taken. Virendia cast a glance back to him, which he interpreted as a sign to take the lead. Maybe a dragon wouldn't be familiar with ground-level paths, he thought… but that line of thinking came to an abrupt and terrifying stop.

Moments after he stepped in front of her, Virendia grabbed him by the torso with both forepaws and leaped into the air in one smooth motion, taking flight with a few powerful beats of her massive wings. Henry let out a scream of panic as he was effortlessly hoisted into the air, lifted in seconds to what was sure to be a lethal fall. However, Virendia had an ironclad grip on him, and the fatal plunge toward the jagged mountainside never came. “Oh, come now, mortal," the dragon bellowed over the wind, “You didn't really think we were going to walk all the way there, did you?"

Henry was far too terrified to retort, especially since all he could really do was hold onto the dragon's forelegs for dear life. Sure, he felt an undeniable sense of wonder as the miles and miles he'd hiked sped by below him, but at the same time, his instincts screamed that he was only seconds from a gruesome death. Closing his eyes helped a little, but with the wind howling in his ears like a banshee, not being able to see where he was going was almost as bad as the threat of falling.

After a few minutes, the fear and vertigo mostly subsided, and once he opened his eyes, Henry began to recognize the landscape near to his home. What had taken him the better part of a day to walk on foot passed so very quickly for a dragon in flight, and before long, he spied the short, twisted oak tree that squatted a few yards from his home. He could see specks moving about the farmstead like ants, but by the time he got close enough to identify any of them, all but one had hidden inside. The only person still visible was his father, standing as resolutely as possible for a man using crutches in the face of Virendia's sharp descent toward the farm.

Shortly before landing, Virendia grabbed Henry's shirt with her mouth, allowing her to use all four legs for a graceful descent. His feet touched solid ground a moment later, and he would have prostrated himself to hug the earth in thanks if his father hadn't been watching.

His father, meanwhile, tensely greeted the dragon, bowing as low as his injury would allow. “Welcome, Virendia. It is an honor to be graced with your presence here in our humble home." His voice was steady, but his expression betrayed the worry he felt for his son.

“Indeed," the dragon replied, “It is good to see you haven't forgotten your manners." She stepped past Henry, obviously intending for him to stay back. “I was a tad worried when you sent your son to discuss your shortcomings instead of coming yourself."

Marcus bowed his head submissively. “I apologize if my son offended you, Virendia. I would have made the journey were I physically capable."

“You're forgiven," Virendia replied with an absolving wave of one paw. “Your son and I actually came to an agreement regarding your tribute. Your shortcomings will be repaid by your son's servitude; I shall take him when I require him and return him when I do not."

Henry could tell his father wasn't entirely pleased with the notion of loaning out his son, but he kept his misgivings out of his voice. “Thank you, Virendia. We will not waste your gracious generosity."

“You're very welcome. Speaking of generosity, there are a few more tasks for your son to see to, and I doubt he'll be done before nightfall." The dragon suddenly turned back toward Henry, her tail swishing impatiently.

Marcus, however, wasn't so eager for his son to leave. “I'd like to speak to him, if you don't mind," he called out to Virendia, “He ought to be instructed in the proper manners for dealing with dragons."

Virendia clearly saw through his excuse, and for a moment Henry worried she'd simply steal him away, but she ultimately gave in. “Fine," she conceded, “Make it quick." She stepped to the side in a permissive gesture, allowing Henry to finally approach and give his father a hug.

They embraced only briefly, but his father remained close to whisper to him. “Did she hurt you?"

“No," Henry replied at a similar volume, “Well… kind of… but she didn't do it on purpose, and it's nothing permanent."

His father nodded, then wrinkled his nose as if confronted by a potent yet familiar scent. Marcus looked his son in they eye as if about to ask another serious question, but seemed to shift topics after a moment's contemplation. “Do you feel safe going back with her?"

Henry's immediate thought was “Yes," but his father's intense expression made him think a bit harder. There was still a chance she could crush him accidentally, but he honestly didn't mind the risk. “Yeah, I'll be alright," he finally replied.

“Good." His father gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I'm proud of you, Henry… just make sure you get home safe, alright?"

“I will."

“Good. Virendia's got a dragon's temper, but she's not all bad once she gets to know you." Marcus patted his son's shoulder once more, then pulled away. “Goodbye, son… I'll see you when you get back."

“Goodbye, dad." With that, Henry turned and made his way back over to Virendia, who'd been watching their conversation from a respectful distance away.

“Are you finished?" she asked, only a hint of impatience spilling into her voice.

“Yeah, everything's settled… but could I ride on your back this time?"

Virendia fixed him with a glare. “I'm not a mule to be ridden at your leisure, mortal. You'll fly where I can keep a good grip on you or you won't fly at all." Before Henry could retort, the dragon grabbed him by the torso and took off once more, this time with her prize facing the other way.

Focusing on the dragon's scaled underbelly helped alleviate the terrors of flight, but it also led to Henry staring increasingly at where her impenetrable scales split into her very penetrable slit. Now that she wasn't hot and bothered, her labia were nearly invisible, but that didn't stop Henry from fixating on her nethers. Fantasies about sinking into her lucious cavern clashed with his fears of being crushed to death, exacerbating the strange blend of terror, excitement, and arousal he'd come to know in Virendia's presence.

His train of thought swiftly turned toward the lecherous activities that awaited him. She'd obviously want him to go “spelunking" again, but how long would her heat last? A week? A month? Would the same trick be able to fulfill her desires indefinitely, or would she come to ask more and more as time went on? Would he be able to survive such a rigorous regiment unscathed, or would her crushing depths leave a lasting mark?

Henry's pondering made the journey seem far shorter this time around, and he was jostled out of his thoughts by Virendia's landing at the cave mouth. Just as before, she took the scruff of his shirt in her mouth, but instead of setting him on the ground, she trotted her way into the cave like a mountain lion carrying her cub.

Once they made it into her lair, he half expected her to drop him on her hoard and squish him with her massive muff, but instead, she climbed on top of the hoard and began tramping down a dragon-sized divot in the middle. Henry didn't particularly enjoy being swung around in slow circles by the back of his shirt, but he wasn't in any position to bargain. With the hoard shaped to her liking, Virendia smoothly lay on her side and clutched Henry to her chest, pressing his clothed body against her heated scales. She seemed ready to go back to sleep, but stopped at the last minute as she peered inquisitively at Henry. “Something the matter, my little toy?"

It was as if his desire to delve back inside the dragon was written on his forehead. However, it was contested by a reflexive sort of prudishness, as well as the risk of being crushed unconscious once more. “No, I just… I didn't think anyone went to sleep at this hour," he finally lied.

Virendia didn't shrug, but her tone implied such a gesture. “When a dragon feels tired, she sleeps. When she feels hungry, she hunts. When she feels aroused, she finds a mate."

Henry let out a slight chuckle. “My mother always said sleeping during the day was unhealthy…"

“Not as unhealthy as lying to a dragon."

“What?" Henry immediately tensed up despite her teasing tone. “I… I didn't-"

“No, but you didn't speak your mind… which for a mortal like you is just as rude." She shifted about slightly, her grip tightening as she gazed into his eyes. “Now what's really the matter?"

Even with Virendia's claws against his chest, it took some time for Henry to force out an honest answer. “…I just thought you might want to go for another round… so to speak."

Virendia's face split in a smile far too gleeful for Henry's liking. “Oh, so my little toy wants to go crawling into my cavern again?"

Denying his desires outright would be easier, but lying would have been pointless. With conflicting urges swirling in his mind, he tried to be as honest as possible: “I… don't know."

To his surprise, Virendia seemed to understand exactly what was going through his head. “Worried about cave-ins, are we?" She began tenderly stroking the back of his head with one claw, making him feel like a cherished gem. “I might have something less dangerous we could try, especially since I wouldn't want to hurt you in my sleep."

Henry's brow furrowed. “And what would that be?"

The dragon gently rolled over onto her back, lifting Henry into the air by his chest. “I think I can tuck you away without getting too excited… but only if you aren't squirming around too much."

Despite her firm grip and the pleasures they'd shared, Henry felt an instinctual fear that she'd drop him into her maw. “I-I can stay still, I promise."

“I'm sure you will, my little toy… especially if I tire you out first." Before Henry could ask what she meant, Virendia brought her mouth up to his hips and touched her muzzle to his crotch. Her tongue snaked out and slithered under his waistband, only to constrict around his fly and pop it most of the way open. In a few seconds, she'd undone the front of his pants with nothing but her tongue and teeth, allowing her to pull the garment down to his knees.

Next came his underwear, allowing his stiffening member to hang unfettered and be warmed by her breath. The dragon savored the scent and taste for a moment, teasing his tip with the gentlest flicks of her tongue, then suddenly lunged forward and took the whole length in her mouth. Henry had to fight back a cry of surprise at the sudden wet embrace, but that cry quickly dissolved into a moan as Virendia worked her magic.

She didn't seem to care that he was barely half-hard, and with her lips and tongue working in concert, he didn't stay half-hard for long. The warm, wet suction of her maw swiftly coaxed life back into his shaft, bathing every inch of his manhood in hot, slippery friction. Her muzzle remained firmly planted against his groin, forming a wet seal around the base of his cock as her breath tickled his belly. Her tongue, meanwhile, wrapped around his tip once more, squeezing and kneading it in just the right ways.

Henry tried to say something about how good it felt, but he had a hard time forming the words thanks to her aggressive fellatio. It didn't help that Virendia was still holding him ten feet up in the air, rendering him utterly helpless to stop her advances. All he could do was listen to her ravenous slurping and enjoy her mouth's heavenly hospitality, all while gazing into her beautiful golden eyes.

She pleasured him with an almost unnerving efficiency, bringing him to the brink of orgasm after only a few short minutes of bliss. At first, Henry worried she was going to stop before finishing him off, but this time around, she showed absolutely no signs of slowing down. There was no savoring of his squirms, no slowing down to draw out his climax, just relentless sucking and slurping like some colossal succubus. Her desire to milk him dry gleamed in her eyes, and as he hurtled toward orgasm, all he could do was moan. “I'm… cumming!"

Virendia didn't falter for a moment, even as she greedily guzzled every drop of his seed. His whole body surged with released tension, unintentionally struggling against her grip as she worked him to the end. As his orgasm petered out and his spurts of cum slowed to a trickle, he was ready to enjoy some post-coital satisfaction… but Virendia didn't stop.

If anything, the dragon redoubled her efforts, suckling even harder as if to drain his very essence. The pleasure of orgasm stretched further and further with the continued sucking, quickly growing so intense as to be painful. Without even thinking, Henry tried to force his way out of her grip or push her muzzle from between his legs, but it was like trying to move a marble statue. He felt like a mouse caught in a trap, only instead of dying quickly to a broken neck, his life was being slowly sucked out by a dragon's maw.

All sense of time and place gradually left him, replaced by the sweet pain and burning pleasure of overstimulation. No matter how hard he struggled, the sucking continued, driving him mad from the sheer sensation. Virendia eventually coaxed a second load of seed from his balls and swallowed the gooey nectar with an unending thirst, pushing his body to the limit of what it could give… and then continued as if he'd given nothing at all.

Henry could feel his mind going numb, each and every one of his rational thoughts scorched away by the unending assault. His powers of speech had left him long ago, leaving him to moan like a wounded beast in a wordless plea for mercy. His fruitless struggle against her grip had left him tired and sore, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could even survive. Was this how he died, having every ounce of his being sucked out by a dragon?

But then, as he blew his third load into her hungry gullet, the dragon finally relented. She continued suckling a bit longer to get as much of his cum as possible, but it seemed he wouldn't die today. When Virendia pulled away, licking her lips as if to savor every last drop of his flavor, Henry managed to form a few choice words: “What… the hell…"

A glimmer of concern flashed in Virendia's eyes, though Henry was in no shape to see it. “Are you alright, my little toy?"

Henry responded with a weak groan. His head was still spinning, and now that the fight-or-flight adrenaline had left him, he was barely able to move.

Virendia took this as a good sign, however, and to Henry's surprise, she began to undress him with only her mouth. “I usually use that technique on dragons," she explained after removing his shoes, “Ones that are too clumsy to be a good lay but too stubborn to blow off."

“You… could've warned me…" he finally panted, fixing the dragon with a glare. “That… hurt…"

Henry half expected to be chastised for his outburst, but to his surprise, Virendia's expression soured ever so slightly with regret. “Well, we won't have to do that again, my little toy… you may be mine, but I'm not in the habit of breaking my possessions."

Even though she hadn't actually said sorry, her tone was surprisingly apologetic… maybe dragons just weren't very good at admitting their faults. “Thank you," he sighed, petting her claws with an absolving tenderness.

“Well, I think you'll like what comes next," the dragon purred, then began to lick his quivering legs to coat them with saliva. Once he was properly lubricated, she lowered him down into her snatch feet-first, pushing him in up to his knees with a slight grunt of exertion.

The warm embrace of her nethers felt heavenly against his tired muscles, and with the help of gravity, he began sinking into her scaly folds. Henry had just enough strength left to unbutton and toss aside his shirt, leaving him naked and waist-deep in Virendia's snatch.

“Just relax and enjoy, my little toy…" Virendia began using her pelvic floor to pull him deeper an inch at a time, requiring no work at all from her human lover. She leaned in to gently lick his forehead, which Henry interpreted as a dragon's equivalent of a kiss. With the last of his strength, Henry took her head in his hands and returned the gesture on her muzzle, then stuck both hands into her canal and let her rippling contractions consume him.

A minute later, her labia passed over his shoulders and came to rest around his neck, letting him breathe a fair bit of fresh air while still shrouding him in her radiant warmth. It was like a warm, wet, and cozily tight sleeping bag, and after everything he'd gone through that day, it was the perfect spot for a nap.

With her prize secured, Virendia curled up into a ball once more. Her wings splayed overhead to shroud Henry in darkness, and her muzzle nuzzled close enough to ruffle his hair with her breath. “Rest well, my little toy," she cooed, “We're going to have so much more fun together."

Henry couldn't see and could barely move, but then again, he hardly wanted to. All he wanted was to relax into a deep, cozy sleep, and Virendia was more than happy to oblige. It took no time at all for him to slip into pleasant dreams, and for the first time in almost a month, he felt utterly at peace.