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Monster Mishaps 1: Here there be Dragons

by Armonium

Fuck. You've GOT to be kidding me.

Despite making an effort to not make any noise at all, Bess was swearing up a storm in her head. Normally, she was fine with the rather random way that her magic worked when traveling to other worlds. Sure, it would sometimes land her in an awkward situation--like the time it dropped her into the middle of an alien orgy that she proceeded to become an unwitting participant of--but usually it had a habit of plopping her down in the middle of an empty field. This time, however, she found herself in a much stickier situation than usual.

Once the flashing lights and vertigo had worn off, the curvy Divenka found herself staring directly at the sleeping form of a massive, fully grown crimson dragon. The creature was facing her, its eyes closed as it took slow, ponderous breaths. Judging from how dark her surroundings were she guessed that most likely she'd been deposited directly in the creature's cave... meaning that she would have to find a way out in the pitch black while trying to avoid waking the creature. That, or she could wait until she'd recovered enough from using her magic to travel again, but she doubted she'd have a day or two to just sit around before the dragon woke up! Her mind raced as she tried to figure out a course of action, eyes flitting around in the dim cave for some sort of exit.

My, my, my... what an absolutely foul little mind you have there. Let me guess. Here to slay the great crimson dragon, are you? Seconds after a particularly vigorous stream of mental expletives Bess found herself suddenly bathed in a stream of warm, crimson light. She froze, eyes darting back to the previously sleeping dragon as a deep, bass-heavy male voice rumbled in her head. The creature had one massive eye open, its feline slit staring unblinkingly at her while little curls of grey smoke twisted off into the air from his nostrils.

"S-slay you? Why would anyone want to do that?" she stammered, eyes again darting around the room to find any sort of potential escape.

The locals would have plenty of reasons to send someone to slay me. Stealing their cows... devouring their soldiers... You're lucky, Liar. If I hadn't eaten a particularly... juicy flock of sheep earlier today you'd have been dead by now. the dragon rumbled, his voice in her head making it incredibly difficult to think straight.

"I swear I'm not here to kill you. Have you even seen a creature like me before?" she replied, heart pounding. Her plan at this point consisted of little more than trying to distract him as long as possible while she tried to find a way out of his lair.

What does it matter? You'd taste just the same as every other liar I've had the pleasure of eating. he snapped back at her, his voice so loud it made her flinch and lay her ears back. Since I'm not hungry though... I can think of other uses for you, Liar.

As he spoke his voice softened until it was barely more than a sultry rumble in her mind. Bess didn't have much time to wonder about what he meant, and found herself watching with a mix of horror and embarrassment as the huge creature shifted onto his side before her and lifted a massive leg into the air. This had the effect of exposing what was probably the largest cock she'd ever had the chance to witness. The thing was longer than she was tall and easily twice as thick as her thigh, the entire length coated in a shiny, slick-looking slime. It had a heavy, pointed head and was a fleshy, pinkish color that clashed with the deep crimson of his scales. Just beyond the base of his dick was a similarly enormous sack resting against his inner leg, proudly put on display.

What do you think, Liar? Please me, and you won't get eaten. I'll let you go back to your filthy little village and tell them your story. You have my word. Now, come closer. Breathe in my musk. The dragon's words had taken on an almost hypnotic tone, and Bess found herself advancing toward him for a moment almost against her will before managing to shake herself out of her momentarily dazed state. Her only options at this point consisted of doing what the beast said, or most likely being killed while trying to find an exit. While neither one sounded particularly enticing, she had to admit that she preferred the former! Biting her lower lip she began to make her way toward him again, coming to a stop only a few feet in front of his head. Already she was getting nose-fulls of his scent: a heavy, cloying musk that sent involuntary shivers down her spine and caused her tail to flick back and forth a few times.

Don't stop there... It'd be a shame if I decided to see how you taste. Go on, touch me. Taste me. I'm going to make sure that pretty little body of yours absolutely reeks of dragon for months after I'm done with you. he snarled, blowing a particularly hot stream of air at her before flicking his eyes down toward his waiting length.

"Fucking... fine, you get what you want. As long as you don't kill me, I'll-"

I already gave you my word, and unlike you I'm not a liar. Now unless you want me to singe you, I think it'd be in your best interest to get to work. he growled, cutting her off mid-sentence. He emphasized his point by huffing in her direction, the air around her growing hot and forcing her to move in the direction he wanted. A few moments of walking later and the Divenka found herself face-to-head with the dragon's massive length, a small puddle of precum forming beneath his tip. Down here his musk was more intense, filling her lungs as she breathed in and making her head spin.

Bess reached out, hand slowly extending toward the head of the dragon's cock. She could feel heat radiating off it from a foot away, and the closer she came the warmer and heavier the air became. Finally her fingertips brushed against his flesh, smearing them in the hot, slick slime that coated his length. Her ears shot back as he let out a loud, low rumble which she could only hope was one of approval. She glanced up toward his head only to see him looking back at her, eyes lazily half-lidded while he watched her every move. The curvy Divenka stepped closer, hesitating for a moment as a wave of damp, musky air struck her face again, before wrapping both her arms around that throbbing, slim-coated pillar of flesh.

She spent the next few minutes doing her best to jerk off the titanic beast, rubbing her arms along his length with her chest pressed against him. The slime that coated the dragon's shaft gave off an almost intoxicating musk, and it wasn't long before poor Bess was more than a little bit worked up herself! Warmth began to spread through her body from between her legs, and no matter how she tried she couldn't keep the thought of the huge beast simply pinning her down beneath himself and dry-humping her out of her mind. As she continued to rub her body along his shaft a pool of precum began to gather beneath his tip, little curls of steam rising into the air making it clear that his fluids were just as warm as the rest of him!

Thaaaat's it, Liar. Maybe you were meant for this... maybe I'll keep you here, mm? Drunk off my musk, body stained with my precum. A little toy to pleasure me whenever I need. he rumbled into her mind, voice once again taking on a more hypnotic tone, making it difficult to concentrate. Was he using magic on her?! Normally she was able to tell when other creatures around her were using magic, but it certainly didn't feel like he was using any sort of magic.

"I'd p-prefer to stick to your original deal." she muttered in response, resisting the sudden urge to try using her mouth to please the hulking beast. "Or are you not going to keep your word?"

Of course I'm going to keep my word. I was just... giving you another option. The dragon replied, voice taking on a more playful tone as he spoke. Go on then, taste me. I know you want to. I know you want to be beneath me. Don't you worry. We'll get there soon enough.

Bess let out a little yelp as he shifted slightly, cock pulling free from her arms and bopping her in the face with enough force to send her stumbling backwards a few feet. She grimaced, wiping a layer of cockslime from her fur. Unfortunately for her, this meant she was now under a near-constant assault from his musk, and before she could get her bearings again she found herself pressed back up against his length. Without a thought Bess wrapped her arms around him as she leaned in and pressed her lips against the side of his shaft, finally getting her first taste of the creature's member. It was salty, the taste of sweat and cum coated her lips and tongue as she began to work him over, running her arms along him in long, slow strokes.

Nngf... yesssssssss, little toy. What would your friends think if they saw this, saw you worshipping a dragon... and enjoying it! Like a whore. Just minutes ago you thought I was going to eat you, and now here you are. he taunted, a gout of precum spurting from his tip and slathering his belly with a hot, slimey coat of the stuff. Bess's mind was completely clouded by his musk at this point, the only thing she could think about being both how she could get him off, and how she could get more of his scent. The fact that she was going to reek of him for days or even weeks after this didn't come close to crossing her mind. All that mattered was the hot, musky length in front of her.

"Fuck! Ow!" Without warning he pulled away again, a much louder rumble filling the room as Bess was practically tossed aside, landing her on her ample backside in a small pile of rocks as he stood up, cock flinging a line of precum along the ground underneath him.

Underneath me, Liar. On your back. NOW. No longer did his words carry the playful, hypnotic tone they'd had a few minutes before. Instead they were demanding, forceful. Without a word or protest further Bess stood up, rubbing her bruised rear as she hurried over to the hulking beast, crouching slightly to avoid bumping her head on either his belly or his hot, drooling shaft. A moment later she was on her back beneath him, staring up at the head of his cock bobbing beneath his stomach. A few droplets of precum dribbled from him, falling to land on her cheeks before running down her face leaving musky, slick trails behind. He began to lower himself, massive hips slowly bringing that pulsing rod down until it was barely inches above her prone form.

"Wait. Wait! You're... not going to smash me, are you?" she yelped, rationality kicking back in for a moment as she realized the absurdity of the situation. She was about to let a dragon, a creature easily capable of crushing her if he wished, dry-hump her. Up until now the thought had her incredibly worked up... but doubt began to creep in just moments before she hit the point of no return.

Of course not, whore. I told you, I keep my word. the dragon snapped back at her, his voice still sharp and demanding. Without a further word he dropped his hips the final few inches, laying as much of his member along her body as he could and lightly pinning her there. He pulled back, slime coating her clothing and fur before he thrust forward again, spewing a rope of hot, salty precum straight into her face. Bess gasped, squirming as best she could from her position under the beast as he began to rut against her. Any doubt that had crept into her mind was swept away in a wave of musk-induced lust as a moan escaped her throat, her back arching underneath the dragon as he continued to grind his shaft along her body.

The next twenty minutes passed in a blur of grinding and thrusting, her moans and grunts mixing with his deep, guttural rumbles. The dragon was using her as little more than a sex toy to get himself off with, and in her musk-addled state Bess wouldn't have wanted anything else. By now her fur was stained with precum, a puddle of the stuff forming underneath her, soaking into her fur and marking her with his scent. Little white gouts of semen occasionally mixed in with the spurts of pre that were erupting from his shaft with every thrust, matting the fur on her face in a sticky tangle as she was practically bathed in his fluids. It felt far better than it had any right to... but she wasn't in any position to complain! One hand had slipped between her legs between thrusts, its fingers now busy slipping into her sodden folds, smearing them with the dragon's precum while he brought himself closer and closer to climax on top of her.

Not... long now, Liar. You aren't worthy of my seed, but I'm going to give it to you. A--NNGF--a gift! The dragon's words came in shorter bursts, voice alternating between between hypnotic and demanding. Bess didn't have time to respond before the beginning of his climax struck her. A rope of hot, sloppy seed exploded from his tip, slapping against her face with more force than she was expecting, kicking her head back a bit just in time for the second eruption to soak her chin and throat. He stood up, pulling his length away from her as he rode out the remainder of his orgasm, practically painting her white in the process. The Divenka used her arms to block as much of his seed from her face as she could but still wound up soaked in the dragon's virile spunk.

Just as his orgasm began to taper off and he fired a few final ropes of musk-ridden cum over her body she was struck with her own orgasm. She cried out, back arching and muscles quaking as she writhed in pleasure, fingers slipping deep into her folds as pleasure struck her like a brick wall. Eventually she came down from her peak, muscles sore and tired as she regained her awareness. The dragon was laying beside her, his shaft now back in its sheath. She was laying in a puddle of still-warm cum, the stuff sticking and clinging to her fur as she sat up and took in her surroundings. The dragon didn't stir, not even bothering to move as she stood up in the middle of the sloppy puddle he'd made to get a better look around.

From her new position in the cave she could see daylight filtering in through what looked like a partially disguised entrance. The Divenka was exhausted, sore, and nearly every inch of fur on her body was matted flat with dragon-spunk. The chances of her finding anyone here willing to take her in were pretty slim, but given how there hadn't been any sunlight coming into the cave earlier and there was now, enough time had probably passed that she'd be able to use her magic to send herself home fairly before needing to find anyone to take her in. She glanced back at the dragon, still unmoving behind her, before picking her way out of his cave and off into the sunlight of this world. Her mind wandered to just how long it was going to take her to get cleaned up... and the potential of future return trips to this world!