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Dragon slaying had been a time-honored tradition in many places. Dragons were things of myths, and yet, very real enough to make the barbaric practice into a festive occasion. People in villages and towns, and even cities, gathered whenever they heard rumors of a hero picking up his or her sword in the name of justice! Young women and men who had not yet experienced the draw and appeal of the bedroom beneath the sheets with another wondered with doe eyes whether or not they would be picked as sacrifices to sate the hunger and needs of a nigh ethereal being. Of course, they knew they would be rescued. That’s just how it always was. A brave and powerful warrior clad in armor with mythic items at the ready to do battle with the dragon, typically from humble beginnings, but not too humble. Couldn’t really have the local beggar become the hero but an alderman or perhaps even a blacksmith’s scion would do. Most dragons had learned quite readily that it was better to stay quiet and subsist on a diet of magic and elk. Elk did not inspire heroic bards to sing tales and recite poetry inspiring very pointy and frightening things to come at them, so when a dragon’s lair was discovered, it was quite often that the dragon decided to make themselves scarce. One or two heroes challenging him to honorable combat was one thing, but an entire army was another. However, there was a dragon who had a different idea. A dragon with scales like sterling silver, hued by the smallest hint of green with eyes that were jade. He knew that elves, humans and dwarves loved a good show and he actually enjoyed hearing about all the sonnets and ballads painting them as godly villains and devilish seducers that weren’t to be trifled with, so instead of running away, he decided that it’d be fun to meet the heroes head on and make a good show of it. He’d known other dragons that had done it as it helped paint the image that they were powerful creatures, but also creatures that were culled quite easily by one hero with far too much hope rather than sense instead of anything drastic. That was the benefit to engaging in a bit of dramaturgy. Just one single hero instead of many angry men with spears and siege weaponry.

Typically, the hero would come on the morrow as the morning sun was rising, or so Valian had been led to believe. It would be a strapping individual with muscle born of hard work and intense training wielding a weapon of humble origins and yet legendary capabilities. Ah, he really did hope that it would be some lovely thing to look at. A darling man bulging with muscle here and there, able to cleave stone in two, trained and sculpted for this purpose. A true hero! He was getting a bit ahead of himself. Even Valian knew to temper his expectations, but he couldn’t help but want it all to be just so perfect. Ah, taking a dive just to see his name in books! To hear his name and watch the slander roll off the tongues of mummers and bards! Songs of the silver-scaled beast without a name. Oh certainly, he could probably go out and find a way to spread his own tales without this sort of danger, but what would be the fun in that? Where was the allure? The challenge? The artistry?

Somewhere in the distance, he heard a stone clatter, and he knew that the hero was coming for him. His dwelling was the perfect place for this battle. The stone of the cavern had been cut apart and shaped into slabs to make his lair look more like a temple than a simple beast’s den. There were treasures strewn about with a mighty hoard standing near the far wall, as if he feared some mouse would steal away with it. He rose up high and posed among his makeshift hoard, claws digging into the stone, tail curled around his treasures, and his eyes narrowed watching the entrance to his lair. Oh he was just getting so giddy it was almost difficult to keep up the territorial look. However, his act indeed began to fall apart as what entered his lair was much less than he was expecting.

It was a man of sorts, yes, and he could be called attractive in many ways. A bit mousey here and there, toned as if he had been working the fields but not quite built or strong. His hair was dirty blond and tied back, eyes bright and hazel. In his hands he held a sword, and it looked like quite a pretty sword that had been given a good polish after having been a dust collector above the family’s fireplace. He was also holding it in a way that made the dragon wonder if he’d hurt himself or the beast he was hunting first. Funnily enough, this being deprived of grace was an elf, of all things. A freckle bound lad with sharp ears. Easy on the eyes, at least.

When the elf saw him, that polished blade was brought up and pointed directly at him. Oho! Perhaps there was something to this unassuming hero. The elf then said through stammers and lowered tones that suddenly rose to most likely try to sound more imposing, “Uh, hear me, dragon! I am Levin, the one who shall end your reign of terror! Face me if you dare.”

He then nearly dropped the sword as he made an attempt at a fighting stance, and Valian sighed aloud while rolling his eyes, “Levin. Levin the what? The mild? The pathetic?”

Levin blinked, “I- Well, I’m just Levin. From Bellglade. Begging your pardon.”

“Don’t say that.” Valian sighed, “You don’t have to beg anything from me. You’re supposed to be trying to skewer me with that sword of yours. Aren’t you going to ask me about my misdeeds? Fly into a speech about how you’ll never let me get away with terrorizing the land? Declaring yourself as the one to end my reign of terror was pretty good, but it needed more strength in the tone.”

The elf wilted a bit underneath his scrutiny and Levin muttered, “I uh, honestly didn’t think that I’d make it this far even. I’m not really a hero. Y’know? I’m just a baker.”

He sniffed, “A baker?” Valian then lowered himself to his lair’s floor to lie down with his forearms crossed, “I don’t suppose you’ve got potent ancient blood in you guiding your actions? Or some sort of magical artifact preventing me from baking you on the spot in to a fine elf-roll?”

Levin squeaked, “No! Just this sword.”

The elf swung the sword in the air and the dragon nodded, “Well, it is a very good sword. Well balanced and sharpened, much to your detriment, it seems. Put it down before you hurt yourself, boy.”

“My name is Levin.” He said with a grumble, but he stuck the sword into the ground.

Valian hummed, “Gracious, it must be sharp if you could just put it in stone like that.” And when the elf began to struggle to pull the sword from said stone, Valian sighed, “This isn’t very legendary, is it?”

Levin stopped attempting to yank the sword from the ground and then sighed, “Not very legendary.” Agreed the elf before he muttered, “Well, I suppose that you’ll just be killing me now, right?”

“Stars above and beyond, no.” He said with a whip of his tail, “Imagine! I kill the hero of the local town, and then the local lord starts petitioning proper dragon slayers to track me down, or worse, an army. Certainly I could kill them with a thought or a swipe of the tail, but it is quite annoying and there is always the risk of getting hurt.” Valian then shook his head, “No dear hero, I will not be killing you.”

“Then, I can go?” Levin said as he renewed his attempts to free the stubborn sword.

Valian hummed while tapping his chin with a claw, “Not quite either. You see, would anyone believe that you defeated me if you just went out with nothing at all? If you simply left so soon and unharmed?”

Levin blinked, “I think they’d just be glad to see that I’m not dead.”

“Most assuredly! And they wouldn’t be too cross, I’m assuming, that you ran away with your life preserved.” He said, while nodding compassionately.

At first Levin opened his mouth to interject, but then the elf proved that he wasn’t as stupid as Valian thought he was and he simply said, “Okay, so what then?”

What then, was a good question. They could wait it out a bit, but then that’d bore him to tears. He had planned on taking a strategic dive against this hero, and he supposed he could still do that, but he really needed to think of a way to make it more interesting. A hero like this wouldn’t be able to beat him on brawn alone, and maybe not cunning, but a bit of luck. Oh yes, divine intervention. That’s what they liked, wasn’t it?

With a smile flashing gleaming fangs, the dragon looked over at the elf and hummed. “I’ve got the perfect idea.” The elf finally managed to yank the sword out of the ground, and it flew out of his hands and into the wall. Valian beamed, “Good initiative.”

“Initiative? I think I just got it stuck again.” Grunted Levin.

Valian sighed aloud, “No, my dear elf. I mean to say that you getting that sword stuck there is perfect. Think about it. You tell them that I knocked it free of your hand because you weren’t strong enough!”

“And…Uh, how would I convince them that I won?” He said slowly.

“Easy!” The dragon retorted, “You tell them that you got lucky.”

“Lucky?” Levin questioned with a healthy dose of open skepticism.

Valian nodded while cherishing the opportunity to silence a critic, “Yes. Very lucky. You narrowly avoided death and found your solution, but we need something suitably dramatic. A dagger fashioned of the ivory of my claw that I had laying about as a trinket. A testament to my draconic hubris festooned with enchantments!”

His tail curled around a dagger in the pile of random treasure he had and he offered it to the hero who took it gingerly, “Uh, I mean, it looks nice, but is this really made out of your claw?”

He grinned, “Well, whether it is or isn’t doesn’t matter, does it? It is made of some kind of claw, but I won’t tell you what because no mortal, long-lived or not, would understand what it truly is made of. Consider it a very special gift capable of much more than your supposed hero’s sword.”

“Capable of killing you?” Levin asked with a particular innocence that made Valian laugh.

“Now that’s the spirit! Cunning and determined. Levin the Stalwart. Always seeking a way.” He then leaned in and winked, “You could give it a try if you’d like. Make it truly believable.”

Levin smiled a bit and balanced the knife in his hand, turning it one way and then the other before he hooked it onto his belt and asked, “Why are you so obsessed with doing this? You really could gore me and just be done with it. Sure, you’d have an army on your tail eventually, but you could just leave.”

He rolled his eyes and craned his head down so their gazes were level, “First and foremost, it’d be annoying. Secondly, entertainment. Elementals, such as myself, rarely have thrilling lives. Oh, what honor it is to be a higher being burdened with the mental capacity to know what boredom is. We know immense power, but dragons are petty creatures that rarely like to keep each other as company, and yet, we long for stimulation of some sort. Which is why many dragons of eld chose to take said stimulation from lesser beings. Worship. Sacrifice. Sex.”

Those freckled cheeks turned bright red when he mentioned sex, and Levin coughed, “Oh. Well.” And then something glimmered behind those eyes, something like genuine intrigue and thought as he spoke up, “Wait. Does all this mean that the stories of dragons being slayed by heroes are fake? Are there still a lot of dragons left?”

He clucked his tongue and rolled a foreclaw in the air while uttering a high pitch hum, “Mmmm, maybe I might have said a bit too much. Many of them either pretended to die or made deals. However, humans, dwarves, elves and any species that has faced off against dragons create such interesting stories, so there are even some of us that encourage it whenever possible without posing a threat to ourselves.” And then to try to distract Levin, Valian said, “You should watch a few plays that are a bit more risque. A bit more lurid in nature, if you will.”

Levin’s cheeks warmed again, and perhaps he didn’t understand the meaning behind risque and lurid, but Valian’s tone was certainly enough to convey what those words meant as the elf cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head, “W-well, I guess now that we have our story I should leave.”

“Not so fast. Do a little thinking with me. You go in the cave. Then you come out unscathed and quickly. The fact that you win is a miracle of itself, but we can’t make it seem too easy now, can we?” He walked around to sit by the entrance to his lair.

The elf rubbed his chin and nodded, “Hm, yeah. You’re right. I guess I should wait a bit before making my heroic exit.”

“Glad to see that you can use your brain a bit. Now, to begin passing the time, I’m very curious about you. A baker as a hero? Why? And also you seem to be taking this rather well.”

“Should I complain about getting to live?” He asked with a raised brow.

Valian snorted, “Fair.”

“And well, they said I had some sort of familial connection to the elves that came before us that were closer to fey. Except, I was never good at magic and I never really took to the bow or the sword.” He said while rubbing his arm, “The sword there, however uh, supposedly picked me. Our spiritual leader said that I was the right one for the job.” Levin then muttered, “I swear I’ve just seen that sword hung above the old one’s mantle.”

He could tear the poor thing down, but instead he decided to say, “Whoever said spiritual leader is, probably has a bit of sense. Not many would speak with a dragon casually without panicking.”

“In fairness, I am panicking a bit, but I’m just doing what I think is best so that I don’t get gored.” Levin answered while rubbing his neck.

Valian sighed, “Honest to a fault. Really, we’ll have to do a bit more to convince everyone that you managed to slay me. Even if you have a fancy dagger, you’ll need to look as though I’ve roughed you up since your words won’t be convincing enough.”

Levin blinked, but before he could say anything, Valian pounced. A quick swipe of the claw scraped material away from his clothing, exposing his chest, and then the dragon did it again, working at the legs and thighs. His movements were precise as to not hurt the elf, but of course, Levin kept on squirming and gasping every single time. It was amusing watching him make little noises while jolting from one side to the other as if Valian had any actual intent to hurt him. Of course, he also had a bit of extra fun gripping onto certain sensitive parts just to get a good feel for things. The thighs, the chest, the sides. Ripping material where he could and he’d stop just to let Levin back away before continuing on like a house cat playing with prey. It was, in many ways, delightful. Levin fell to his back finally, and he pinned him with one foreclaw lazily pressed onto his chest, Valian looking down at him with a grin while warmth and instinct stirred within him in equal measures. Such a soft and pretty thing.

“A-are you quite done?” Asked the elf with a huff while looking up at him, “You could have at least warned me properly that you were going to slap me around like a toy.”

He leaned down and rumbled, snout pressing against the elf’s neck, “Oh, but it wouldn’t have been as entertaining for me, and I told you, I desire entertainment above all else. You must admit, there was a bit of excitement mixed in with the fear, right? I’m certainly excited.”

Levin’s cheeks turned a pleasant pink while he looked away, “No. There was no excitement in any of that.”

“Not even now that I have you pinned so intimately? Should I be more gentle? Should I perhaps lick those spots where I scratched?” Hummed the dragon.

Soft hands grabbed his snout to try to push him away, but did very little as Levin gasped, “There’s no reason for you to do that! Except perhaps for your own perverse entertainment.”

“Ah, aren’t there tales of dragons bedding men and women among your kind? I swear I saw a few salacious myths that made me wonder if such things were possible. Perhaps my odd sense of entertainment could be fun for both of us.” He rumbled while passing his tongue over the elf’s neck.

Levin shuddered beneath him and tried to say something before sighing as his tongue passed over the elf’s ear. He then breathed out shakily, “I think I was supposed to be slaying you. This isn’t quite what I thought would happen, but I don’t really think I have a choice in the matter, do I?”

Valian muttered, “Oh hush, you’ll enjoy it all the same. Now get out of those tatters and show me what I’ll be working with.”

He stepped back, tail flicking against the ground as he sat on his haunches and waited for the elf to comply. At first, it seemed like the meek thing would argue with him or try to flee. He was prepared to graciously allow the elf to not have his ass absolutely destroyed, but he was surprised when the elf began to comply. Levin got up and his brow furrowed, mouth held in a hard line with his cheeks bright and pink. Valian simply stared at the elf with a bit of hunger, with a bit of delight and humor, and eventually, the elf began to strip. The belt fell to the floor first before the tatters of what the elf was wearing came next. A soft and lovely body was revealed to him, an olive-hued form with gentle curves and a bit of plumpness befitting a baker. The thighs that he had grasped onto before were now on full display, pretty and soft with something between them that was already starting to twitch and rise.

Valian chuckled as he brought a foreclaw underneath that hardening length as he asked, “My, did my tongue do all that? Or were you truly excited pinned beneath another?” When the elf simply looked away and did not answer, Valian rumbled on, “No need to be embarrassed, dear. I’m in a similar state as well.”

Instead of saying anything else, Valian stepped over the elf to get into a proper position to show what he was talking about. His dark shaft twitched at full erection between his hind-legs, throbbing with a heavy drop of pre falling on the elf’s nose. He grinned as he heard the elf gasp, purred as he felt a hand touch the base. The elf certainly seemed curious despite being so meek, and he encouraged that curiosity by thrusting lightly to push the tip against those lovely lips. He could quite easily see himself falling for this arousal and excitement that began to burst forth from his chest. There were so many things he could say to the elf, so many things that he could demand, and he knew that the elf would follow. There was a subtle submission in the sheer fact that the elf did not back away, did not even need to be held in place to witness his arousal, and that alone made him growl with desire.

Valian thoughts were racing with all the things he could say right now, all the ways that he could command. Fear, respect, and lust in equal measure. He had the perfect actor for his play. A lovely little marionette that could create any little situation he desired that would create quite the legend. All he had to do was say a single word to urge his puppet to start moving, and yet, he didn’t have to. There was no command uttered, and yet he could feel the elf’s breaths signaling the nearing of his lips. Soon, he could feel curious digits tracing every inch of his draconic cock. Soft fingers trailed up and down the length of his shaft, heading to the tip before curving around to the base. There was a little bit of a tremble in the touch of his cock, and the elf uttered not a word or even a sound as he went about his business. Valian practically purred like a house cat as those soft fingers kneaded and felt over his cock, pressing in just the right places before making pumping motions to pleasure him. The elf was certainly not a stranger to handling other men, but Valian needed a bit more than the soft and loving touch of a baker, and so he thrust to make his point. His thick shaft pushed against the elf’s face earning him a cute little gasp, his heavy balls soon pressing against the elf’s lips.

Alongside this physical signal that he put out came a rumble from his throat, a warm noise that brought a lovely shiver to the lips on his cock. Should he be more dominant? Would it be more exciting if he snarled and snapped right now, or perhaps it would be better to let whatever happen, happen? He wasn’t quite sure what direction to take, but the elf’s gentle touch had made his mind fuzzy and dreamy, as if he were nearing sleep. It could not, however, stop the heat burning in his gut and the pressure that so badly wished to be coaxed to the surface.

Yet again, he didn’t need to say much to get what he wanted. He soon felt the elf’s tongue along his balls, each of his orbs given warm worship. Drool soon polished his sack, and he could feel the grip on his cock tightening as the elf’s hands started to explore him more thoroughly. Was this what dragons had seen in worship so long ago? Perhaps this was more entertaining than simply feigning non-existence and watching what stories would be produced. Actively pushing lesser beings into giving him sexual splendor. Ah, it awakened something in him that made him growl, that made the very air tremble as he thrust his hips to grind his cock against the elf’s hands and his heavy balls against that lovely tongue.

“That’s it.” He purred, “Make this worth my time. Show me how grateful you are. How much it matters to you that I spared your pathetic life? Ah, my, you are quite the little slut. Giving in so easily. I almost have to wonder if this was your plan from the beginning.”

He could feel the elf shiver. A healthy dose of fear, perhaps, causing it. The tongue that was gracing his balls moved from the center of his heavy orbs all the way to the base of his shaft, where it lingered for a second before heading up to the base of his cock. He growled as he felt that warm tongue trailing up his primal shaft, tracing every single inch until it got to the tip where the elf closed his mouth over the tip. Valian grabbed onto the elf’s head by the hair, gripping tight, claws pressing against the scalp as he snarled and thrust his hips forward to force a few inches of his massive cock inside of that inviting maw. There was a moment where the elf seemed to panic, squirming and pushing against the mass of his body, tapping a few times as if signaling to him that this was too much. It awoke a primal hunger within him. Prey trying to get free. Lovely and delectable. Perfect when pushed and pressed in the right ways. Toyed with in every way possible. He wouldn’t harm his precious little elf, but he would not suffer disobedience at this point.

When he felt the elf struggle, when he heard him gag, he rumbled, “Now, now, relax. Let me do some of the work now. Let me show you my gratitude for your worship, and how excited you’ve made me.”

With both foreclaws, he held the elf by the head and began to plow his mouth. Each thrust took him in a bit deeper, the elf gagging beneath him, his heavy balls swinging forward to strike the elf’s chest. Valian growled as his cock bounced in that tight throat, his entire body tensing as he felt himself getting closer and closer to sweet release. The elf’s hands were grasping at his underside, trying at first to push him away, but to no avail. He could feel the press of the elf’s nails on his body, the subtle twitch of the fingers with every thrust, but there was something else there. The elf on occasion, stopped to massage his body, stopped to become fists that did nothing but rest against his form. Levin’s digits then moved to his balls to clasp onto them, delicate fingers carefully kneading his balls in a manner that made the dragon snap at the air and snarl in utter delight.

Finally, the elf sat himself down, unable to hold himself against Valian’s constant pounding. The submission only encouraged him to thrust faster as he growled, “That’s it. Take it. Every inch you can, my dear little false hero.”

Levin then laid back, and Valian thrust in as hard as he could to take advantage of the elf giving himself up to utter lust and depravity. Valian panted, tongue hanging out of his maw, his eyes bright with hunger as he kept on rutting that warm maw. There was drool over every inch of his dick, making it slick, making it feel warm and sticky as he pushed into that tight throat, but it wasn’t enough for him, he wanted more. Greed and lust grew within him in equal measures until he stopped. He rested his massive balls on the elf’s chest and throat, his hips grinding his cock into that lovely maw for a few moments before he let go of Levin’s head and slowly began to slip out.

With one foreleg lifted, he pulled his cock free of the elf’s maw with a wet pop while breathing out, “I need more.”

Levin coughed and sat up while Valian stepped back, “More? You nearly—”

Whatever he had to say was silenced as Valian lowered himself so that their eyes were level, as the dragon forced their mouths together for a kiss of a kind. His maw opened wide, fangs dripping with wanting drool, tongue sliding into the elf’s mouth to dance along his for a heated kiss that would surely turn the elf’s thoughts to fog and nothing else. The elf trembled and groaned for a moment before holding onto his snout while leaning into the kiss. Yes. Oh yes. A little love and passion was what he hungered for. Something deeper than just a lustful pounding. He was more than an animal, more than a common beast, and needed this tender connection. Valian brought a set of clawed digits behind the elf’s head to stroke through his hair this time carefully, to be more gentle about it before his grip tightened. Each movement of their lips was met with a rumble vibrating from his throat, his movements become more impassioned as he added a bit of heat to the kiss, as he stole the elf’s breath.

When he tugged the elf’s mouth away by the hair, when the elf was a panting mess dripping draconic spittle from his lips and tongue, Valian rumbled, “Get on all fours. Present yourself to me.”

For a moment, it seemed like Levin would obey without question, but the elf paused for a bit to mutter, “So, does this make me the princess or sacrifice instead of the hero?”

He grinned, “Oh my, that’s quite the angle. The hero sacrifices himself with his body in order to sate the dragon’s desires. You’re entirely right. I could keep you.”

The elf shivered and looked away, “Keep me? I uh, don’t know about that.”

“Ah, but now that I think about it. Wouldn’t it be quite the story heard across the land? A dragon and a hero disappearing? The danger of the dragon fading away, and the whereabouts of the hero unknown?” And Valian began to circle the elf while rumbling, “Some would guess correctly in their wildest fantasies hidden beneath their sheets that the hero became the dragon’s bride.”

Levin’s cheeks burned bright crimson, his eyes looking this way and that as if he sought escape, and yet, their gazes met while the elf’s chest rose and fell. Despite the taste of fear between them, the elf slowly got on his hands and knees and brought his hips up to present his rear. He ran a claw along the elf’s back to trace his new toy’s body, to get a good feel of those soft curves before he stopped at that ample rear.

Both of his claws grasped onto the elf’s plump ass as he licked his chops, “Let’s prep you, my bride. You’ve certainly had experience before, haven’t you?”

Quietly, the elf answered, “Yes, I have.”

“Ah, no wonder you were picked for this. They’d know that your body would seduce any man, regardless of species.” He said with a chuckle.

Before the elf could protest, Valian let his tongue slip out of his mouth to drag along the elf’s body. He started at the balls before heading up to the taint and then that puckered star waiting for him to prepare it. Valian took his time licking that plush rear, tongue pressing against his puckered hole a few times before coming down to the taint. Every movement of his tongue stripped away a bit more sweat from his new bride’s rear, that thick muscle soon dipping in, causing the elf to yelp as his insides were stretched. His scent and his taste were on his tongue, were constant warm reminders that this was his new bitch. Valian had intended to simply let the elf go, but now he couldn’t do that. Not when he had himself a constant source of entertainment. It wasn’t just the elf’s body, either, or his lust. Those pretty noises coming out of the elf’s mouth were like music to him. Squeaks and sighs, gasps and whimpers and even little grunts full of frustration and desire mixed together into such a wonderful cocktail. He pressed forward and his tongue dipped in deep, causing the elf to utter more of those pretty songs in the air.

“Wait.” Gasped the elf, “Take it easy. You don’t have to rush.”

He simply pushed his tongue further inside and uttered a humorous rumble. The elf moaned, hips shaking, legs quivering, and Valian savored those pretty sounds while continuing to lick and lubricate the elf’s ass with his slick spittle. Levin’s hands gave out under him, sending him onto his arms with his ass hiked a bit higher, and Valian followed while slowly pulling his tongue out before dipping it in again, practically fucking the elf with his tongue. His cock was bouncing now, throbbing to such a degree that it slapped against his underside, his desire turning into a heat that radiated from his nostrils as he blew out while lapping away at the elf’s senses and his ass.

Finally, he pulled his tongue away and slammed his claws down onto the earth beside the elf as he mounted him. His cock was throbbing with need, clear lines of desire firing off from the tip as if he were already cumming. These clear lines painted the elf, causing him to shake and squirm until the dragon petrified him by grabbing onto his head and pinning it to the floor below. With a grunt like a common beast, he thrust his hips and attempted to drive his shaft into the elf’s ass, but he missed. His cock slid along the elf’s back and he was forced to slowly draw his hips back before attempting again. He kept on rutting the elf like this, as if he were a base beast in heat, as if he weren’t an elemental of near divine power until he finally hit the mark. The tip of his dick pressed against that puckered star slick with his spit and magic, and it stretched wide for him almost immediately as he slammed nearly half of his cock within. He snarled in triumph and did not pull back. Instead, he started to slam inside over and over again in an attempt to bring as much of his cock into that tight ass as he could.

The so-called hero was a moaning mess. Groaning beneath the great dragon. Valian even noticed that Levin was attempting to move his hips to get more of Valian’s shaft. He had to snarl in a low voice while slowing down for a moment, “Are you simply a natural slut for monsters? Were you bred for this sort of thing? Perhaps you were even fucked by every man in your town?”

Those lovely insides tightened on him further, and he pinched the elf’s hair to tug it back and bring it up just so he could lift the failed hero’s head up to hear him groaning aloud, “No! It just feels so good.”

A natural slut then. And so he kept on bucking his hips, thrusting harder until their balls were kissing. The heat inside of him was building to an uncomfortable degree, his desires mounting more and more while he dragged himself forward. At the same time, he let go of the elf’s hair to grab him by the neck instead. He was using the elf like a sex toy. Nothing more than a pliable sleeve to be bred and fucked before being tossed away. Except he wouldn’t be tossing this one away. Oh no, how could he after all of this? The delightful intensity he felt from this moment couldn’t be replaced. Tall tales and whispers of draconic legends would not be enough for him. He’d have to get a hoard of whores. A veritable harem of dragon worshippers!

And with that thought, he thrust forward as hard as he could and began to let out his load. Hot cum poured out through his core, through his shaft and into the elf below him. He roared loud enough to shake the stone of the walls, and the elf cried out in delight and pain as he was filled. Both of his forelimbs moved to wrap around the elf to hold him in place, to make sure that he couldn’t move away while every drop was being poured inside. The base of his shaft had grown swollen and had popped inside, connecting them together, keeping them stuck.

While he felt his pulsing shaft continue to pump more of his draconic seed into the elf, he licked Levin’s cheek and rumbled, “My mind starts to clear just a bit, I should clean you and get you dressed so that you can go meet your family triumphantly.”

Levin had the strength to mutter, “Well, they’ll certainly believe me that I fought a dragon with all of your marks on me.”

He chuckled and craned his head to nuzzle the elf’s shoulder, “Just don’t let them see the ones on your thighs. They might get suspicious.”

Instead of pulling out immediately, he waited while curled around the elf, eyes shut as he simply enjoyed the warmth of mutual passion. When his cock slipped free, he got up and stretched. The elf did much the same, stumbling a bit before they got to getting a bit cleaner. A source of water near the back of the lair helped with that, and the tattered clothes and leathers were soon back on Levin’s body. Looking at the elf about to leave his lair, he had an idea that was less about dramaturgy, and more simply about what he wanted to do.

With a smile, he stood in front of the elf and hummed, “This is goodbye, my darling hero. You shall be praised and there shall be many stories told of your deeds. Perhaps some might even hazard a guess at the truth and utter salacious rumors about you, but before you go. A gift.”

Levin rubbed the back of his head while chuckling, “Are you sure? Feel like I already got enough with the sex and the dagger.”

“Oh hush.” Said the dragon before leaning down to let their mouths meet once more, and then he began glowing as he whispered, “Goodbye for now.”

And with that, his body shimmered and faded away into the shape of an amulet. Bound with silver, and a gem of jade on it that resembled one of his eyes but in the shape of a teardrop. Levin took the amulet and left the lair while looking all around as if he could catch sight of the dragon. When he exited the cavern, he was indeed heralded as a hero. There’d be a few songs about Levin the Lucky. Not the best of names, but it worked for a small town hero. What most were curious about wasn’t even the dagger, but the amulet that the dragon had supposedly been trapped in. Levin had crafted the perfect little piece of theatre. The dragon had been wounded by its own claw, and through its own hubris it had been turned into an amulet. What surprised Levin, however, was that when appraised by someone with a bit of talent, they indeed said that it radiated with the elemental power of a dragon.

Levin would look upon that amulet at night while muttering, “What did you give me?”

The answer came whispered in his mind, “Why? The gift of good company and a watchful guardian. You tamed a dragon, though perhaps you don’t know it just yet.”

Laughter almost burst free of the elf’s mouth as he shook his head, but instead he laid on his bed with the amulet held close while he said softly, “Thank you for this beautiful gift, my lovely dragon.”

“And thank you, for this legendary encounter, my dear hero.” Whispered the voice.