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You were having a blast at the summer solstice festival until your fiancé was chosen as the sacrifice. Emboldened by your undying love and a bottle of honey wine, you abandoned the revelries, donned your grandfather's armor, and set out for the mountains. It is time to put an end to this absurd tradition.

The mouth of the cave stands before you like a gaping maw with stalagmite teeth and a black void for a throat. You grip your sword and step inside. Your only hope is to catch the beast while he was asleep, but the ground is covered in brittle sheets of rock that snap loudly with each step.

Suddenly, you hear a great drawing of breath, and the accompanying gust of wind nearly knocks you off your feet. You turn in time to see a vast, draconic muzzle release a billow of smoke that quickly envelops you. If it had been fire breath, you would have surely died, but the pink magic-infused smoke is cool against your skin and chilly in your lungs.

This is the only chance you're going to get. You try to raise your sword, but it feels as heavy as an anvil. It clatters to the ground, and you soon follow. The cool smoke has seeped into your muscles, numbing them. You twitch helplessly as the massive dragon saunters into view.

"A sword? The sacrifices get feistier every year." It rumbles in a powerful, matriarchal voice.

You grunt as the creature scoops you up with its enormous paw. It holds you from your breastplate like a cat carrying a kitten and regards you with glowing eyes the size of wagon wheels.

"You are male! I demanded females!" Bouts of enraged fire lick from the creatures nostrils and cast light across the cave. You are certain you are about to die, but the creature calms. "No matter, you will do. It is only a matter of applying the proper energy."

There is a great movement that leaves you dizzy. When your head clears, you find that the dragon has rolled over onto its back. Her back. She is holding you over her smooth belly scutes, giving you a clear view of her sex. Her asshole and vent are swollen to absurd proportions. Her pussy spasms, and a small stream of fluid gushes from her folds, flows around her asshole, and splatters onto the ground below. She is at the height of her heat.

The dragoness hovers you over the rubbery ribbons of her sex and churrs eagerly. "Yes. . . you WILL do."

You summon the strength to let out a surprised "meep!" as the she drags your feet up and down her swollen sex. The scent is strong and spicy, like freshly cut peppers. Her fluids dissolve your iron boots like tissue paper and leave your feet unharmed but tingling. The dragoness chitters in pleasure as she uses your limp body as a sex toy, dipping your legs deeper and deeper between her swollen fleshy labia. Sensation is beginning to return to your limbs, and you struggle in her grasp.

The dragoness huffs in annoyance. "It is time."

With that, she presses your twitching legs deep into her folds, burying you up to your waist. Your greaves quickly dissolve, leaving your bare skin pressed against her slippery flesh. The scent of her sex fogs your mind with a powerful lust. Despite the dire circumstances, your penis grows painfully erect. Your hips move of their own accord, thrusting against her velvety passage and sending jolts of pleasure shuddering through your body.

Her passage clenches at the motion, and you are pulled deeper inside. You fight the urge to dip your head and taste her juices. Instead, you brace your arms outside her vent and pull, freeing several inches of your chest from the dragoness's sex.

She gasps and moans with amusement. "Ah, a fighter. You will make a worthy hatchling."

You feel some unknown appendage moving inside the creature's depths. It slithers up your leg, around your waist, and presses against your belly button. You are helpless to fend it off. There is a flash of pain like a snakebite, a brief pause, and then a mighty *THUMP*. An inferno washes through your veins. You scream at the intensity of the sensation as your human blood is pumped out of your body and replaced with the dragon's own fiery essence. The new blood ignites your lust like oil, and you are taken by the most overwhelming orgasm of your life.

Your penis clenches and spurts its load deep inside the dragoness. Lost to utter ecstasy, your arms go limp. Another powerful clench of the female's sex drags you in up to your shoulders. You try in vain to grasp the slippery lips of her sex as her muscles pull you deeper and deeper inside. Your head slips between her folds, and the world goes dark. Fluid fills your lungs, but there is no pain. Finally, the tips of your fingers are pulled inside. Still, the passage works you deeper and deeper, swallowing you like a muscular throat.

Weariness washes over you. You think, in a calm, detached way, that you must be suffocating. The umbilical cord tugs you through an impossibly tight opening, and you come to rest in a small chamber. The throbbing walls hug your body, curling it into the fetal position. Now all you can sense is the slowing heartbeat of the dragoness. It comes once every few seconds, pushing a fresh wave of heat through your body. The regularity is calming, and soon you drift into a dreamless sleep.

When you come to, you are still inside the chamber, but the walls are hard and cold instead of slick and warm. With a start, you feel the sudden urge to draw breath. The umbilical cord is gone! You kick and flail wildly against your prison, and, to your great surprise, you feel it crack.

The wall bursts open into the cave. Albumen slime floods onto the rocky ground. You cough and sputter, expelling lungfuls of the stuff and replacing it with fresh air. As you catch your breath, you look around. There is no source of light, but your eyes can see clearly. The area is littered with the remains of giant eggs and shards of shells. You look up and realize that you're sitting inside of one! But why would the dragon imprison you in an egg, only to let you hatch and go free?

The dragon's reasoning is revealed when you kick another fragment of shell loose, and the puddle of egg white you were sitting in drains away. The scales start just below your hips and wrap around your groin like a thong. At first, you think they're covering your penis, but then you see the pattern open up into the lips of a dragon's sex.

Your dragon sex.

It looks exactly like the one you were swallowed by, but this one is a part of your body. You reach a trembling finger down to confirm that you can feel its touch. You can. Below, your asshole clenches powerfully. The oversized pucker presses against your butt cheeks each time you move your legs.

Morbid curiosity drives you to explore your new sex further. You slip your slime-slick finger between your labia and prod your pussy. You are only an inch deep when your passage begins to clench rhythmically, working with a mind of its own. You gasp, half in surprise and half in pleasure as it eagerly pulls your finger up to the third knuckle. With some effort, you yank your hand free, leaving your pussy desperately pursing with nothing to grab a hold of.

You stand. The air is cold, but the fire that runs through your veins keeps you warm. You find some rags nearby, cover your altered anatomy, and start back toward your village. An instinct in the back of your mind tells you that the winter solstice is approaching. You are entering heat, and there is only one way to quench your growing lust.