Thief!
#1 of Thief Series
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Nasha
Thief!
Ruasha padded into the den softly, her eyes narrowed to near slits. Every sense was focused, the dragoness in a state of total readiness. She was in unknown territory here, and was certainly in great danger. However, she felt a sense of excitement rather then fear. A sound stirred in the deep darkness of the cave, Ruasha pressing herself against a wall. She waited for many minutes, making sure everything was fine again. She couldn't help but think back to what had led her here.
ONE DAY EARLIER
The town was abuzz with noise and excitement. It was festival time, and everybody was working hard to get the small town ready for the festivities later that night. The town was small, but densely populated, situated where a river cascaded down from the mountains. It was a beautiful place, and a secret to many people.
Ruasha had come there by chance. She had been exploring nearby for a set of ruins that were fabled to hold some ancient treasures. The ruins were empty, but not all was lost as the dragoness stumbled upon the town that was called Dratown.
She watched with interest as she walked down the main street, people rushing to and fro with obvious glee and joy in their movements. It was such a...content place. She felt at once safe here, yet also very curious. Something had to be making these people so happy.
She snagged the sleeve of a passing citizen, halting him in his tracks, "Hail...what is the reason behind all this activity?" She asked curiously, waving her free paw about her.
The citizen, a rather small fox, beamed up at her happily, "Why, tonight is the festival of the Dragon! We give him our thanks for protecting us." With that, the fox scurried off, busy with his tasks.
His words had given Ruasha plenty to think about. Festival of the Dragon? Could it be that a real Ancient Dragon existed in these mountains? Ruasha doubted it. Ancient Dragons had been hunted to near extinction many years ago, their scales and organs valuable in medicines, their hoards of gold and gems filled with incredible wealth. Now the only dragons left were like Ruasha. Anthropomorphic, and possessing both human and dragon genes. Dragons like Ruasha were a common sight, Ancient Dragons were almost a myth.
Making her plans, the dragoness found a tidy inn and booked a room for the night. She only planned to stay to watch this festival. Chances are no dragon would emerge, and she would be dissapointed. Still...it was worth staying.
Her room was nice, a comfy bed taking up most of the space. A slightly cracked mirror hung on the wardrobe door, Ruasha taking the opportunity to get a good look at herself, seeing how her adventures had left her looking.
She still looked good, that was the most important thing. At around six foot tall, she had a suit of blue scales that covered her body, soft and smooth to the touch. She was pretty, perhaps even beautiful if she dressed up. However, her lifestyle led to rougher clothes, rather then ballroom gowns, and dirt on her face, rather then make-up.
Even so, there was no hiding the curve of her hips, the litheness of her body, the pert rump, and her pride, her rather full chest, near C cups, and perky. She nodded to herself in the mirror, pleased with how she looked.
Ruasha woke with a start. It was dark, and drums were playing outside. She had fallen asleep in the room. Quickly she got dressed, throwing on shorts and a shirt, before rushing outside. The street was lined with cheerful people, eating and drinking together. There was also an undercurrent of something...excitement, anticipation perhaps.
The dragoness found a seat near a bar. She got herself an ale and nursed it as she waited for something. Hours passed, the celebration getting louder and louder. There was no trouble however, no drunken fistfights, no angry words. Everyone was truly happy. Then...out of the darkness a roar sounded. A hush fell over the people.
Ruasha stood up slowly as she heard what sounded like heavy footfalls coming from the end of the street. People watched silently, as slowly, the form of an Ancient Dragon strode out of the darkness. Non-morphic and incredible. Her ale fell to the floor as Ruasha stared in shock. It was a living, breathing Ancient Dragon. He...she...whatever it was. It was magnificent.
The dragon stopped before the people, glancing around at them. It had a certain kindness in its eyes, almost a smirk on its lips. It opened its maw, and Ruasha realised with a shock that it was going to speak.
"Thank you my people, for this festival." The dragon rumbled out in his baritone voice. It was surely a male.
The silence ended, and the people cheered. They flooded the Ancient Dragon, lifting up food to him, patting at his legs. Ruasha just continued to watch. The Dragon was not as big as she had expected, perhaps as tall as two horses stacked, but his length was impressive. His scales glinted like gold in the flickering torchlight. He was handsome, the dragoness realised with a shock.
Eventually, the Ancient Dragon had its fill, and slowly padded away, flapping its powerful wings once...twice and lifting off. Without looking back it flew off into the night sky, heading towards the mountains. Ruasha narrowed her eyes, watching him fly off, trying to track his movements. She realised that she had a pretty good idea of where he might live.
A grin spread over the dragonesses muzzle. This could be the very last Ancient Dragon, and she knew where his lair was! Riches were hers for the taking. While she had no interest in killing or harming the beast, she would certainly take as much of his hoard as she could. She went back to her inn, falling asleep slowly as she planned the next day.
PRESENT
Ruasha let out a slow breath of relief as no further sounds came from the depths of the lair. The lair had been easy to find, although a slightly tough climb for many, she had scaled the mountain in a day, and had found the lair just as dusk was settling in. After waiting hours for night to fall, she began to explore the lair.
She walked slowly, making sure to step lightly. As she got further in, the light of the night sky faded, until she was standing in near pitch black. She stepped again and stumbled against a wall, nearly twisting her ankle. Although lighting a torch may prove dangerous, breaking an ankle would be the death of her, so Ruasha lit up her torch, the flames flickering, lighting up the cavern.
It was smaller then she realised, but as Ruasha walked on, she realised it became much bigger as one progressed. The cave constantly twisted and turned, giving the illusion of many dead ends, while instead there were large gaps for the Ancient to pass through. Finally, after nearly an hour of walking, she turned one last corner and came into a fantastically large cave.
She gasped at the sight of it, her eyes widening. The cave was too big for her torch to light up, but the flames were reflected in the piles of gem and gold that laid everywhere. The place was covered in a fortune that was too big to comprehend. Billions of dollars worth of treasure, so carelessly strewn around.
Her attention moved next to the Ancient Dragon. He was almost hidden amongst the piles of gold, his scales matching them well. She froze as she stared, but after a few moments of observation, it was clear that the Dragon was fast asleep, his deep breaths loud in the cavern.
Without a moment to spare, the dragoness began to gather up loot. She opened up her satchel, starting to stuff in objects. She tried to pick the most impressive looking ones. A jewelled sceptre, a crown, as well as many precious gems and coins. It took her perhaps ten minutes to fill her satchel, the weight of it impressive. Quickly she turned away, scurrying out of the cavern, until...
"Halt." A deep voice resonated behind her. The Ancient Dragon had awoken.
She did freeze, her eyes going wide, her entire body tense. She was trapped. There was no chance of her outrunning this Dragon, and no chance of fighting him off. Her fate was sealed. Ruasha always was a rather clever dragoness, and so knowing she was beaten she slowly turned, dropping her satchel to the ground and raising her hands above her head silently.
The Ancient moved quickly, too quickly for his size. He was up in a second, rushing over to her and staring. His snout curled back, a low snarl coming from him, before he dipped his nose to nudge at that satchel, emptying it. He looked back up at her as he saw the treasures she had tried to steal from him, shaking his head slowly.
"How dare you try to steal from me. What is your name, little thief?" He rumbled out, eyes narrowed as he glared at her angrily.
Ruasha gulped, taking a small step back in reflex as she looked up at the Dragon, "Ruasha. And I am sorry." She said humbly, bowing her head.
A derisive snort came from the Ancient at her apology, "Sorry? You are sorry you got caught, not sorry that you were stealing." He grumbled. His keen eyes noticed her small step, swinging his head to knock her into a pile of coins with ease.
She fell softly, scrambling slightly to get up, before the Ancient stood over her slightly, craning his neck down to look almost snout to snout with the dragoness, "You are a mixblood." He observed casually, noting her anthropomorphic form. He did not seem angry...merely stating a fact.
Ruasha nodded her head, "I am." She replied simply, glancing about for an exit, although she knew it was hopeless, "Are you going to kill me?" She eventually asked, dreading the answer.
To her surprise, the Ancient chuckled softly, shaking his head, "I do not kill living creatures. It is not apart of who I am." He replied. His anger had seemed to vanish, but even so Ruasha stayed tense.
"So...I can go?" The dragoness asked hopefully, giving a small smile up at the Ancient.
He laughed again, a sound that filled the cavern and echoed back, "Oh no. Don't be silly. You can't go. You will simply tell your cronies about me, and come back with more."
Ruashas eyes widened at the Ancients words, "No! I will not tell anyone, I promise." She whined out, trying to sound as truthful as possible.
The Ancient was not persuaded however, merely shaking his head at her pleas, "You can not go." He simply said.
"Then...what?" She asked softly, panting with fear, even though the Ancient had promised not to kill her, she still did not trust him.
The Ancient Dragon turned away from her, padding over to a pile of gold, nosing through it slowly, "I have many treasures." He said softly, "But I lack one thing. And that is companionship." He turned back to her, his tail slowly lashing behind him, "You will be my companion. You will care for me, clean me, please me. And I will take care of you." He explained simply.
The dragoness listened to the Ancient closely, her heart skipping a beat when he mentioned she would be his companion. His slave, she wondered? Still, it beat dying here, and there was always the chance to escape. He would have to hunt sometime. The dragoness nodded slowly, "I can do that."
A smirk crossed the Ancients snout, "You can do that? How kind. You have no choice anyway." He chuckles at the silly dragoness, before slowly sprawling onto his side before her, "Do not try and run. I will find you." He explained as he stretched out in a rather feline manner, before looking over at her, "Rub my scales."
Ruasha stood up slowly, approaching the Ancient Dragon. She kneeled beside him, a paw reaching out to lightly brush at his chest scales, "They're soft." She commented to herself as she slowly stroked at them, claws lightly scritching.
A groan of delight came from the Ancient, his eyes lidding at the treatment. Scratching himself was tough, and he never could reach all the spots. Having another do it was fantastic, "Keeeep going." He rumbled out contently.
The dragoness did as the Ancient commanded, both paws now lifting to press to his chest and his stomach, scritching firmly. The claws rasped along those scales as she rubbed firmly, just making sure to keep the Ancient happy.
She couldn't help but glance down between his hind legs as she scritched, her curiosity getting the better of her. She knew it was a male, but there were no outward signs of that. Instead, all that rested between his hind legs was a slit, the scales slightly bulging there.
The Ancient lifted his head slightly, smirking to himself as he caught the gaze of the dragoness shifting down his body, "Interested in something?" He rumbled out.
Ruasha jumped in surprise slightly, glancing over at the Ancient, "Oh..nope! Nothing." She said quickly, smiling sheepishly as she continued to scritch.
Her sheepish answer was echoed by a soft laugh from the Dragon, an eye-ridge quirking as he glanced down at her, "Well, you should get interested in it, because that is part of your duty. There are many things I can't do alone, and that is one of them."
He smirked at her, as he relaxes his body, letting his dragon-cock casually drop out. In a matter of seconds it had emerged from the slit, still soft but already impressive.
The dragoness stopped her scritching, instead staring open-eyed as the Ancient displayed his male-hood. It was big, bigger then any males she had ever seen, and it was still soft! Ruasha was reminded of the time she had gotten far to drunk and ended up going home with a zebra. He had a massive dick that had left the dragoness sore for a week. But this dragon looked to be twice that zebra's size, if not more!
"I can't do anything with that!" She said loudly, panicking slightly as images of her getting torn open by that massive Dragon dick rolled through her mind.
The Ancient chuckled softly, "I don't plan on mating you with it. At least, not yet. But I would welcome your paws, and your tongue." He grinned down at her, head tilting down to nudge her towards his length.
Ruasha hesitated as she kneeled beside that massive dick. The scent of it was strong, the dragoness getting strong whiffs of it whenever she breathed in. After a few long moments of hesitating, she slowly reached out with both paws, moving to caress that flaccid length.
Her movements got a low moan in response, the dragoness getting slightly more confident. She began to stroke all over that dragon hood, exploring it curiously. Numerous ridges ran down the length of the cock, the tip tapering, while the base of the length was lewdly wide. The colour of it was black, and as she stroked at it, she clearly saw pre cum drool from the cock tip.
The Ancient watched silently as Ruasha continued to work at his cock. Her paws moved up and down the firming length, collecting the pre as she strokes, leaving her paws glistening wet. She didn't stop however, that lube making things slightly easier for her. She glanced up at the Dragon occasionally, making sure he was still enjoying himself. By the look on his snout, he was.
"Ah, it has been too long." The ancient rumbled out, pleased with the ministrations. His cock was hard by now, the heat of it so lewd against the dragonesses paws.
Ruasha leaned back just slightly as she looked at the length as it jutted out from between the Ancients hind legs. It was massive, easily the biggest she had ever seen. Her paws continued their stroking however, keeping up a steady rhythm.
"Your tongue, little one." The Ancient rumbled out.
The dragoness no longer hesitated. Though she would not readily admit it, the feel of the Ancients maleness, the scent of him, was certainly having an effect on her. She could feel the dampness of her sex, the tingling beginning in her tummy.
Quite eagerly, she leaned forward to nuzzle against that fat cock, brushing her softly scaled snout along the length. Her tongue poked out, moving to softly lap at the spire of dragon flesh, getting a loud groan of bliss from the Ancient in response. She smiled softly at the reaction, a part of her feeling pleased that she could make this large Dragon feel so good.
Her tongue continued to lap, moving more eagerly as she trailed soft licks all along its impressive length. While her tongue worked, her paws stayed busy. She continued to stroke at that length, starting a pretty firm pace now.
The Ancient responded, starting to buck and grind against her touch, his breath coming fast and loud as he groaned words of encouragement down to her.
Ruasha nuzzled in at that cock tip, letting it brush against her snout, pre glistening wet on her scales as she slowly leaned in to let the dragon cock begin to press into her maw. She was only able to take a few inches, perhaps four or five inches of dragon meat pressed into her muzzle, but the sensation of it was incredible. The sheer heat of that cock in her mouth, the thickness of it, the taste, it all was wonderful. She moaned in delight, bobbing her head slightly as she stroked at that spire of flesh enthusiastically.
She had blown a fair few guys before. Men always were more willing to talk, or do her favours, after she had wrapped her lips around their cocks. She remembered the time a pair of German Shepard guards had simply let her walk into the excavation site she was trying to get into. That was a pretty fantastic day for her, the pleasure of servicing two studs, and she got what she wanted!
All that practice made her skilled, as her tongue lapped and rolled at the cock, the dragoness suckling noisily upon the thick length. Judging by the Ancients groans and erratic movements, he was getting pretty close, another lesson the dragoness had learnt from her many blow jobs. No matter the species, all men reacted the same when they were going to blow their load!
She suckled more hungrily, her paws and head bobbing quickly, almost a blur now as she worked hard to get the Ancient off. Her efforts were rewarded in a matter of moments, as with an ear-splitting roar of bliss, the Dragon came.
His cock pulsed in her mouth once, twice, and then a wave of cum spurted out. It filled her maw at once, rivers of the goopy seed drooling from her mouth lewdly. She gulped down a few mouthfuls, the taste incredible, before she leaned back quickly. Her paws continued stroking as the Dragon continued to cum, long spurts of gooey dragon seed spattering against her, coating her scales.
She was nearly coated in that cum by the time the Ancient had finished, the goopy ropes of seed drooling down her body, soaking into the scales. The sensation was incredible, the heat of that cum, the lewd feeling of it dripping against her body, the dragoness was almost in heaven. She panted softly, echoing the Dragons own heavier pants as she recovered from that, grinning up at the Ancient slightly.
He smiled back at her contently, sprawling out on his side as he recovered, "Good girl. You will do well here." He panted out softly, "Now, I need to rest. I will not chain you down, but I will come after you if you flee." He muttered softly as he relaxed, "I suggest you get yourself some sleep, and I will see you in the morning."
With that the Ancient slowly drifted off to sleep, leaving the dragoness alone again. She glanced around...unsure what to do. It was true that the Dragon could catch her if she ran, but she could hide somewhere perhaps. In the forests at the base of the mountain.
Still, that would require a plan, and she was in no fit state to clamber down a mountain and hide from a possessive dragon. Instead, she curled up slightly against him. She didn't expect to get much sleep, the cum still drying on her, feeling lewd. But slowly, she did drift off, her mind occupied with thoughts of what would happen in the morning.
The end!