a dragon's lust
If you're looking for a master/slave, forced-sex, violent story, then look away, this is not a sexual slavery story. Sorry.
Oh yes, this story is quite a bit longer than my others.
Dragon's lust
John was walking through the woods, an axe in his belt, a bow in his hands, ready for action. He was hunting deer, because he was sick of the same old rabbit food being server back at the castle.
He had travelled a long way, and knew that he would have to find somewhere to sleep soon, because it was getting dark.
He took a shot at a deer, and swore as the string on his bow broke, effectively rendering his little hunting trip over.
It was the fifth string he had broken since yesterday, for no logical reason. He swore again and almost broke his bow in half in anger.
He made his way for a local mountain, where he hoped to find a nice cave or something, but the way his luck was going, the least he could hope for was that it wouldn't rain and he could find a nice boulder to sleep besides.
He got his first stroke of luck for the week when he found an absolutely huge cave set into the mountain. There was a simply humongous tunnel leading off it, heading backwards at a downward slant, no telling how far it went.
John settled down for the night, trying unsuccessfully to light a fire, swearing at his ill luck, and trying to get to sleep.
* * *
The creature watched him with slitted yellow eyes staring from the darkness. Scenting the air cautiously, it stepped into the half-light, walking over to the helpless human.
It stared down at the human, its breath lifting his long hair, and wondered whether it should kill him.
It raised its paw into the air, an unsheathed talon glinting in the meagre light, ready to spill his blood across the stone floor. But then it thought better of it, and worked a small spell on him, causing him to fall into a sleep for the next three hours, and not a second sooner, no matter what happened, which should be long enough for it to do what it wanted.
It took his shirt in its jaws, and dragged him off into the depths of the cave.
* * *
John awoke to a gentle rocking sensation, like that of a boat in a calm sea. Then he opened his eyes, and saw the bars of the cage all around him, and the walls of the cave, slanting downwards, a long way downwards, towards the ground.
He was suspended in a steel cage, which hung from a chain that disappeared into darkness above his head.
He looked around, and saw that he had only his clothes, and that was all.
The floor of the cave, some twenty metres away, was almost completely bare, except for a small nest of blankets in one corner, and a silver sword edged in gold leaning against the wall.
Just then, the pile of blankets moved, and something emerged.
John could see that it was a dragon. It was a deep blue, the same colour as the ocean, with two ebony horns sprouting from its brow, delicately arching backwards. Its slim muzzle was filled with tiny teeth that looked fit for nothing other than nibbling at mice, with deep green eyes, two big, sparkling wings, and a long, slim body, shading into a long, whippy tail.
John could only stare, realising that he was a captive of such a diminutive dragon made him give a little chuckle of disgust at himself.
The little dragon looked up at him then, staring at him through startlingly green eyes.
"I'm glad you find me amusing." It commented coldly.
It waved a taloned paw and the cage suddenly descended, the clinking of machinery audible high above them.
When the cage reached the bottom, it stepped over to him, until it was just beyond arms reach of the cage.
"What are you going to do to me?" John asked with some trepidation.
"Well, that isn't really the question is it? The question you should be asking is what are you going to do for me?" The dragon replied.
"I'm not doing anything for you." John said, turning his back on the little dragon firmly.
He heard the door to the cage open, and then a very firm weight on the small of his back. It was impossibly strong, and he fell to the floor of the cage, facing downwards, unable to move.
The little dragon stepped up onto his back, and leaned down so its muzzle was level with his eyes, opening its mouth a little to reveal the sharp teeth and soft pink tongue.
"Now, when a dragon breathes fire, their tongues become super heated. Now, I'm going to breath fire, and then lick you until you agree to my terms. My tongue will be so hot on your skin, that it will feel cold. So remember, that cold feeling is the feeling of me burning your skin off." The little dragon said. John wasn't sure, but he thought that it might be female, although he was too worried about the prospect of having his skin burned off to worry about little details like that.
The little dragon lifted its head and opened its jaws wide, breathing a stream of fire across the top of the cage.
It then lowered its head back down to the side of his head, and opened it slightly, steam slowly curling from its jaws. It looked like there was an inferno in the back of its throat.
"What do you want!?" He almost screamed, staring at the jaws ready to burn his skin off.
"I want you to be my slave for three months, doing whatever I want you to, and then I will release you." It said in his ear. John could feel the heat, almost burning the skin of his ear, but resisted.
"Never!" He replied.
"Have it your way." The little dragon said cutely.
It made sure that he couldn't see what it was doing, and then conjured a small piece of ice with a paw, and then slowly lowered it to his back.
He screamed as he felt the first icy-cold touch against his back, convinced that it was burning his skin off.
It began to move the ice up and down his back, smiling in a very sadistic way as it heard his screams of imagined pain.
"I'll do it!" He sobbed, knowing that half his back would be missing, and that if it went any farther then it would kill him.
It smiled with triumph. "I have your word?" It asked.
"Yes!" He cried out.
"You know that you will die if you revoke your word?" It asked casually.
"Yes! Just stop. Please..." He pleaded.
"Okay," it said cutely. "But I don't know why you're so scared of a little ice." It commented nonchalantly, dropping the block of ice in front of him.
He buried his head in his hands, realising that he had just been tricked into giving his allegiance to a dragon.
* * *
He awoke in the cage again, although, this time, it wasn't hanging, suspended, in the air. He could also see that the door was open, and his first thought was of escape. But then he remembered that he had given his allegiance to the dragon, which meant that if he went back on his word, the magical forces binding him to his word would kill him.
He laid his head back on the cold metal and tried to go to sleep, but was soon roused by the clacking of talons on stone.
The dragon seemed to have unsheathed its claws just for that purpose, to make it seem more sinister than it already was.
"Already trying to get in my head?" He called out angrily as the clacking neared him.
The noises stopped.
"It would be easier..." The dragon said, from somewhere behind the door, "...If I had something sharp." It said in his ear, and he felt the unmistakeable blade of its talon pressing against his neck. He had to physically force himself not to jump with surprise, as that would have dragged its talon across his throat, probably killing him.
The dragon giggled in his ear and released him.
"Very manly laugh." John stated as he stood up.
"I am not a male, so it is acceptable for me to laugh any way I want." The dragon said.
John was a little taken aback, he had though that the dragon was a male, but it was a female.
"Sorry, milady." He said, putting as much sarcasm and scorn into the few syllables as possible.
"You know, I could make life very hard on you." She said, staring at him challengingly.
John almost laughed. She only came up to his thigh, and she was threatening him?
"Do you find something amusing?" She asked venomously.
"Yes, actually, I do." He said.
The dragon didn't say anything; she just lifted a talon, and brushed it to the side in a very bored way.
John was lifted off his feet and slammed into one of the rock walls, falling to the ground where he lay and didn't get up.
The little dragon grabbed his shirt in its teeth, and dragged him to her bedchambers, where the first part of his slavery would begin.
* * *
John groaned as he regained consciousness, his head seeming to want to split open on several different axis from the force of his headache.
He was aware that the diminutive dragoness was lying somewhere nearby, because he could feel her presence or whatever it was. He just knew that she was in the same room as him somehow.
He opened his eyes, his vision blurred for a second, before he could finally focus on the little dragon, who was lying on a little nest of pillows and blankets.
He stumbled to his feet, swaying dangerously for a second.
"Are you ready to start your slavery?" The dragon asked, grinning at him in a very toothy, predatory way.
"Do I look ready?" He asked, leaning heavily against a pillar to hold himself up.
The dragon sighed, and beckoned him closer.
He stayed where he was.
The dragon sighed again and waved a talon, and he suddenly found his feet moving of there own accord.
He made a sound of outrage and tried to move backwards, but his feet weren't listening anymore.
They carried him over to the minute dragon, which was when she stood up gracefully, tensed up her body, leaning down low, before leaping at him, knocking him off his feet. She straddled him so that he could move, and licked his forehead.
John sighed with relief as his headache disappeared. Her tongue was cool as a deep lake, and very soothing, and he would have liked nothing better than to spend the rest of his life lying here, feeling that smooth tongue slowly moving across his face.
"I take it you enjoyed that?" She asked huffishly.
"No." he said, even though he had.
"Your tongue lies better than your hands." She said casually.
He realised then that he was gently caressing her neck with his hands, trying to get her to lick him again in a completely subconscious reaction. As soon as he realised what he was doing, he dropped his hands back to his side.
Her rolled the little dragon off him, and then rose to his feet. He found that he was now completely steady.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked wearily. If he was to be the dragons slave, then he had better start now.
"A lot of things." The dragon said.
"Like what?" John asked, exasperated.
"Like oil my scales, bring me water, play games with me, feed me, dance for me, sing for me, make sure my fire is nice and warm, make sur-" And it just went on and on.
John was rather relieved. He had expected her to make him do something hard or pointless. He had seen some things that dragons could force you to do. Like filling a high bathtub with buckets of water taken from a lower bathtub. The only problem being that the top one filtered down into the bottom one. So no matter how fast you moved, you still couldn't fill it.
"What do you want me to do first?" John asked, figuring that he might as well do the thing properly. It wouldn't do any good to anger the little dragon, because he was stuck with her for the next three months.
"Oil my scales first. Then we'll play chess." She said eagerly.
John turned away from her for a second, so that she wouldn't see the burst of understanding that showed clearly on his face. He had just realised that she was lonely. Nothing less, nothing more. Just lonely.
He turned back to her, where she was sitting up a bit straighter, staring at him with bright eyes like a little kid waiting for a present.
"Where's the oil?" he asked.
"Right here." She replied, dragging out a jar full of thin, swirly liquid.
John walked over to her, took off his shirt, and tore it into strips, dipping one of the pieces into the oil and beginning to gently massage the oil into her scales.
He started with her belly, then all four of her legs, and then her wings and back, and then her neck and tail. It took him more than a half-hour.
Afterwards, she dragged out a chess-set, and they sat there for several minutes. The chess game ended with her winning easily.
"You're going easy on me." She complained. "I order you to play as good as you can." She said, with a little huffy nod of her head.
"Okay." John said, putting all their pieces back on the board.
He won easily this time, beating her in only seven moves.
She looked at him for a second, with a look like a little girl who had been denied her candy.
"Again." She said.
Again he beat her easily.
Then they went again.
He won again.
They had a total of seven more games, all of them won by John. Afterwards, the little dragon flopped back into her nest, curling up to go to sleep.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" John asked.
"Over there." She replied, pointing to a small nest with her tail.
John curled up in it, and went to sleep.
* * *
This continued for the next three months. His only job was to keep the little dragon amused, and, even though she wouldn't admit it, to give her companionship as well. It was only three days from his release, a day he was really looking forwards to, when the little dragon broke the daily routine.
"I need your help." She said.
"What with?" He asked.
"I have a strange hunger inside me." She said uncomfortably, loathing sharing her feelings with a human slave.
"Well, go eat something." John replied, not thinking much of it.
"It doesn't help." She said petulantly, nibbling at her wing.
John had come to know that the little dragon said that any want or need was a 'hunger'. She constantly 'hungered' to have her neck rubbed, or 'hungered' to be oiled.
"You don't want to play chess, or have your scales rubbed?" He asked tiredly. The little dragon adored attention, and always tried to get him to do something to her. He never had a moment to himself, except at night.
"Maybe rub my scales..." She said indecisively.
John got out the oil, and began to rub it into her scales.
"No stop!" she ordered, so he stopped, his hand resting on her belly.
"It's making it worse." She whimpered.
"Worse?" John asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes. But I think I know what it is." She said triumphantly.
"What?" He asked.
"Your body heat. I want you to sleep with me." She said firmly.
John gulped. She couldn't mean...
"Sleep with you?" He asked warily, very aware of the fact that he was still a slave for the next three days.
"Yes. Sleep next to me. I think I need your body warmth or something. Your hand feels so good where it is." She said.
John glanced down towards his hand, and then past it. He could see the lips of her sex, glistening in the light of the torches. He suddenly realised that she must have been in heat or something.
"Okay." He said, knowing that he had no other choice, except for death.
John lay down on his side next to the little dragon, and she snuggled up to him.
He reach down behind him, pulling her tail up between his leg, resting it along his back, before laying that hand on her side, on top of her wing, his other hand laying under her head.
She quickly fell asleep, purring gently.
* * *
John awoke; to find that the little dragon was gently nuzzling his neck and undulating against him in a subconscious movement.
She seemed to be drunk or intoxicated.
John stared at her for a second, which was when she became fully awake.
She froze, her whole body tensing up. Then she relaxed and stopped moving at all except for breathing.
"I hate it." She said petulantly. John didn't need to ask what she hated.
He stood up, and got out the chess set, trying to get her mind off her body's new needs.
He debated telling her what she needed, but he knew that as a slave, she could order him to mate with her, which he was sure was something he wouldn't be able to do, which would then kill him.
He didn't say anything about what she was going through.
* * *
The day of his release came.
He awoke to find the little dragon looking at him sadly.
"Do you know what day it is?" She asked quietly.
"No." He said, even though he knew full well what day it was.
"You're free." She said sadly, turning away from him, her wings drooping.
He felt sorry for her. He knew that he was the only friend she had, and felt guilty for having to leave, but that's the way life was. She would find some other poor fool to make a slave anyway.
She waved a talon miserable and a door opened nearby.
"Go through it. Take the first left, and your stuff is just inside the door." She said, walking dejectedly off through a tunnel that he had never seen the end of.
He left, picked up his axe and bow, and walked down a long, narrow tunnel, which ended in the cave where he had fallen asleep so long ago. He was walking out from the entrance when he noticed an armed figure walking up the mountain.
"Hello?" He called.
The man immediately drew a longsword.
"Where is the dragon?" He asked coldly.
"What dragon?" John asked nonchalantly.
"The dragon who lives in this mountain." The man replied dangerously.
"There isn't one." John said.
"Yes there is. Do not lie to me!" He roared, punching him full in the face with a gauntleted hand.
John fell to the ground, clutching his face, almost falling unconscious.
As soon as he could see straight, he sprinted back up to the mountain, wondering what the man was going to do to the little dragon.
"-appened to me!? I was caught by one of you! It made me a slave! You are blight on the land! And I'm here to remove that blight!" John heard as he sprinted along the passageway the little dragon had walked down.
He came out into a huge room filled to the top with piles of treasure and weapons.
He barely noticed. He took a katana from one of the piles and leapt for the soldier, who was currently standing over the little dragon, his sword raised to deliver the final blow.
John didn't think. He stepped forwards, turning slightly, swinging the sword with all his might from low to the right, to up and left.
The sword took the soldier in the back, scything open the skin and spilling his blood across the treasure.
The man fell forwards, to land facedown next to the little dragon.
"You came back." She said breathlessly, staring up at the human who was holding a very bloodstained sword.
"I did." He commented dryly. "I know what you need." He said.
"What?" She asked eagerly.
"You need a male dragon to mate with you." He said.
The little blue dragon looked up at him, and asked a question that caught him completely off guard.
"Can I have one more thing from you?" She asked.
"I've been a slave for the last three months, so I suppose I could." He replied.
"Can I have a kiss?" She asked plaintively.
"What!?" John almost squeaked.
"I'll give you a piece of treasure." She said. "Any one thing out of this room." She elaborated.
"Why do you want a kiss?" He asked.
"I think I'm in love with you. I just want one kiss before you leave." She replied, catching him completely off-guard.
"Anything one thing in this room?" He asked, a broad smile on his face as he stared around at all the riches.
"Anything you want." She said breathlessly.
He smiled even wider. He had his eye on a certain piece of treasure, one worth more than all the others put together. But if he told her what it was, then she wouldn't give it to him, he knew that for certain.
"Okay, I've chosen." He said, staring down at her. He tossed the sword to the side and kneeled down next to her.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I'm not telling." He said, pulling her closer and pressing his mouth against her muzzle.
She purred as she felt his tongue gently run over her sharp teeth, his hands resting gently on her neck as they kissed.
She gently rubbed his tongue with hers, before moving it into his, and feeling around his mouth with the long, agile appendage.
She held the kiss for as long as possible, so that she could keep the memory forever, but it was over much too soon for her as they both came up for air.
"You can have your treasure now." She said forlornly. "What did you choose?"
He made a great show of looking around the room at all the sparkling coins and gems, before his gaze fell on her and stayed there. "I choose you." He said firmly.
"What?..." She squeaked.
"I choose the most valuable piece of treasure in the room." He replied, and she suddenly found herself being soundly kissed again.
She pressed into the kiss hard, forcing him onto his back. "I hope you're prepared to reap the consequences." She said, before kissing him again.
"Of course." He replied, breaking the kiss, and then kissing her even more fiercely, his hand gently sliding down her side until it reached the base of her tail, which was when he slid it gently underneath and up between her legs.
She gave a little squeal as he hand found the lips of her sex, already well lubricated.
She buried her head in his neck, moaning as he smiled and started massaging her swollen sex.
She squealed even louder, digging her claws into his shoulder and lifting her tail, her whole body tensing up with this new, unexpected pleasure.
John smiled as she pressed her body into his, kissing him again as he gently massaged her soft lips, loving the play of liquids across his fingertips as he pleasured her.
She raised her head for a second, opening her mouth wide, a gout of flame spilling from between her lips, mirroring the spill of liquids from her sex as she came, her juices gently running across both their thighs.
She closed her mouth, the fire stopping as suddenly as it started.
She lay down on his chest shakily, her breath hot and steamy on his neck.
She looked at him, her eyes lighting up with a sudden idea.
She slid down his body with serpentine movements, tearing his pants off with her sharp talons, revealing his rock-hard erection to her wanting eyes.
She opened her mouth, and sudden heat washed over his member, almost making him cry out.
Then she engulfed his cock with her lips, her long tongue twining around the length, the unbelievable heat making it more pleasurable than he could have imagined.
She moved her head back and forth, her tongue moving furiously in her mouth, slithering all around his erection, almost making him cum in her mouth.
He rested a hand on her cheek, stopping her.
She looked up at him, sliding her mouth off his cock, licking her lips and giving him a very predatory smile that made her a hundred times cuter.
She laid down on her back, spreading her back legs, revealing the depths of her sex to him, juices running across her base of her tail.
He leaned in, and gave her an unexpected surprise.
He gave her a lick from the bottom of her sex, right to the top, giving her clit a few laps before moving back down, spearing his tongue deep inside her.
She squealed with the new pleasure, bucking her hips into his face, wanting more of the bliss he was giving her.
He lapped at her harder, gently sliding a finger inside her, causing her to tense up and come all over his face.
He moved up her body, kissing her, loving the feel of her tongue gently sliding across his face, clearing away her juices.
She could feel his erection pressing insistently against her body.
She looked at him, and purred with satisfaction as he started to slide his hard member into her body.
He gripped her shoulders, and thrust suddenly, filling her completely and thrusting a few more times so that she could become accustomed to his length so deep inside her.
She squealed and arched against him reflexively, her inner muscles tensing around him unexpectedly, almost pushing him over the edge.
He stopped moving, just holding her close, his member fully inside her, just enjoying the way her muscles rippled along his length.
She growled cutely and rolled them both over, so that she was on top.
She began to rock against him furiously, his erection sliding deep within her hot little body.
She squealed with pure pleasure as she came again, her juices spilling from around his thrusting member.
John finally couldn't take any more, and pulled her off him, setting her on her feet, and moving behind her, lifting her tail and thrusting hard between her soft lips.
He began to thrust into her hard, using enough force to lift her front feet off the ground.
The little dragon squealed with pleasure as her muscles rippled along his length, finally pushing him over the edge.
The little dragon roared with pleasure, lifting her head to release another jet of flame as the human spilled his equally hot cum deep between her luscious folds.
John gave his own roar as he felt her muscles suddenly clamp down on him, pulling him in deeper and forcing him to cum. He leaned right over her, kissing her neck gently as his erection tensed and spurted hot creamy cum deep inside her, making them both cry out in pleasure with each surge of searing seed spilled into her quivering opening.
John collapsed forwards, careful not to fall on the little dragon. She curled up to his chest, purring gently with satisfaction, her paws gently kneading at his chest as she nuzzled him lovingly.
He pulled her closer and smiled.