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Sitting with your arms outside of the wagon, but a rope running from your wrists to the inside of the wagon and back up to your upper arms is a very uncomfortable way to sit. The poorly finished wood bites into the skin of your arms, each jostle in the road causing a new abrasion. The fading daylight from the early evening is gone, and all that lights the way now is moonlight. It's enough for the thick mule to pull the cart along, though it doesn't hurt that the cart path is the only path running through the woods at all. Jedd and Shara both sit in the back of the cart with you, though in comparative comfort. Neither of them look like they are about to offer you comfort for your fate. Shifting and turning your head to the left, you can make out bugs dancing in the light of the full moon. Occasionally the mule's tail snaps one out of the air. Elder Traggart quietly drives the beast on, and the beast complies without much fight. If this is the Elder being an expert cart driver, or the beast just wants to move forward is beyond your knowledge, though. Another fact counted among those you don't know is how deep into the forbidden woods the alter lies. You hesitate to ask, do you _want_ to know how much longer you have to live? Will they answer? So far you have avoided being outright struck, but Shara seems like she is only just holding back.

Finally you risk asking the question, if only that the knowledge will quell the churn in your stomach. Your question hangs in the air like so many insects. Finally Shara inhales sharply and answers your question. "Neither Jedd, nor I, would know. We haven't been to the altar yet, as no one has needed such an escort since before either of us attained adulthood." Shara's voice is tinged with disgust and a meager "Oh." is all you can muster as an answer. You return to looking at the floor of the cart, content to let the rest of the ride pass in silence. Shara isn't finished though. "I looked up to my sister Diane. She always made time for my childish trifles, despite whatever work load was placed upon her. Even after father hurt himself, she would listen to whatever song I had composed that day. I loved her and she loved me, as she did our parents." Shara continues, "She never even thought shirking any duty placed before her. She faced the lottery with grace and aplomb, as she did every other trial in her life." Your face burns, you don't recognize the name, and you know where the story must go. You wish you had stayed silent, or that Shara had hit you for talking, or that she would just stop. Shara's slow, measured cadence belies how much contempt she feels for you at this moment. "She had just turned twenty one, and it was the High Moon. She knew she had to finally take part in the lottery, but was sure she would not be selected. We spent the day picking berries and she promised to set aside enough to bake a pie with me the next day." Jedd speaks up; "Shara, maybe you should..."

Jedd can't finish his thought before Shara begins to talk over him. "My parents left me at home because I was just a small child. My parents and my sister went to the lottery, and trusted me to behave and stay by myself. I had more curiosity than my dutiful sister and quickly sneaked out to finally see what the lottery exactly was. I was able to find a hiding spot, and watched as six women each took a straw. At the square, in public, so that all could attest to the fairness. Diane picked the shortest straw, and our parents both fell to the ground in tears. Diane however, quietly got onto the cart on her own accord and silently let Elder Zayne bind her wrists and ankles before the old man drove the cart away." The woman finally turns to face you. "You insult the memory of my sister, and every other woman given to these horrible dragons. It's fitting at least that you were picked during the Low Moon instead." You squeeze your eyes shut and wish that the rest of the cart ride just continues in silence. Shara sounds like she is about to lose control of herself and the last thing you want is for her to wind herself up and take it out on you. Jedd looks uncomfortably at both of you. Gone is the brash man who hauled you to the meeting, and in his stead, a cowed youth barely old enough to hold the sword, with the pommel his knuckles are white from squeezing. Finally, mercifully, Shara lets her story end, and the cart, returned to silence, rumbles along the path.

You reach the altar long before the moon's apex. It's hardly what you expected. It was rarely mentioned in town, but when it was people used hushed reverent terms. You expected a structure, or stonework, with torches to light. Situated on a high point, above most of the trees, at least. When you think about it, how few people have really been here? No one is supposed to enter the woods, though truth be told, you've seen the handful of cart drivers, the people in the village with the healthiest physiques and skill with a blade from traveling this cruel world, enter. You assumed they did so to keep whatever was in here from harming the village. You now notice you've seen or heard nothing more than flies or gnats. The actual altar is on a slight rise. The only thing it has in common with what you expected is that it is clear of trees. The cart stops in the middle, facing the lone object in the clearing, Rough timber, half a yard thick and planted into the dirt. The crude pole is dark, both with char and stains you assume to be blood. It looks like Gorlom doesn't spend long with his sacrifices, at least. You don't know how you should feel about this, and even your stomach waves back and forth between calmness to gross nausea. Your body begins to tremble, it seems to have decided on terrified without any further input from you. You close your eyes and just try to breathe. The best thing you can convince yourself to hope is that, whatever dragon now owns your village, it is fast.

Everyone beside you disembarks from the cart. Jedd fumbles with the ropes, and eventually undoes the pair tying your wrists to your upper arms. "Stand, don't try to get off the cart." He tries to keep his tone measured and neutral. He isn't doing a very good job of it, and is obviously distressed being this far into the forbidden woods. You couldn't run now even if you wanted to, your wrists are still bound together, as are your ankles. Shara and Jedd take up position behind the cart, and he tells you to approach the open end. You take several small hops, trying not to fall, before you reach the back. The pair parts and you jump to the ground. They lift you by the shoulders and drag you over to the pole. You wonder how an elder would do this alone, maybe other women have been meek enough to accept their fate and are allowed the dignity to walk? It's a moot question to you anyway. Jedd holds you, back against the pole. Shara deftly undoes the rope around one wrist and pulls the free arm around behind you. Behind the pole she reaches out and grabs the rope dangling from your other wrist and finds just enough play to bind you in place. Shara pulls your wrists tightly, making sure her knot is tight and secure. Satisfied with her work, Shara and Jedd approach Elder Traggart, a few feet away from you. They seem to have questions for the Elder. "Oh no, no, we should leave now. Jedd, Shara, please get on the cart it's getting late and there isn't anything else for us here." Elder Traggart understandably wants to leave now. Shara speaks up, "I thought the agreement was that the sacrifice would be observed?" The old man shakes his head and tries to push the younger people back to the cart. "I _have_ observed it. It was horrifying and gruesome. The memories of it still haunt me every time we do this dreadful thing."

Elder Traggart climbs onto the cart, and takes up the reins. He drives the cart to the edge of the clearing and stops. "Come now, before what awful beast now owns us takes sight of its property and decides to overindulge. Jedd, clearly shaken now, rushes over to the cart and climbs in. Shara, who up until now has retained her composure, grumbles about the long walk and joins Jedd. Elder Traggart wastes no more time and the cart pulls away as fast as the mule can go. As the old cart leaves view you are left in silence to await your fate. You make a cursory effort to tug try the knots. But you couldn't undo Jedd's half-hearted attempts to tie you, while Shara's skillful rope work is tight, and strong. If your legs weren't cramped from the awkward position you were forced to hold on the ride up, you could just slide down and sit instead, but that's all the play you can find in your bindings. The moonlight during Low Moon is weaker than its High Moon counterpart, but still strong enough to just make out the edges of the clearing. Not even the flies are here though, almost as if stories about what happen here pass from generation to generation of the pests. Your stomach churns harder now than ever, and your back and arms have both been roughed up from the cart. The back of your dress certainly feels ripped, and you feel rather upset at your best piece of clothing being damaged before remembering how utterly pointless it is to be mad about that. You reflexively scan the edges of the clearing, before you remember that it's unlikely the beast is going to come trundling out of the woods like a mad dog.

The edges of the trees bleed into the horizon in the moonlight. If the dragon doesn't arrive soon, you may end up covered in your own sick. Certainly the pole says whatever the dragon will do isn't as bad as this wait. Your heart beats harder and you start to struggle against your bonds just to burn off this new-found ache to move, to fight. You know nothing will come of the effort, but it just feels satisfying to do it anyway. It doesn't take much of this for you to remember that as bad as your stomach feels, you actually haven't eaten much today. A wake of exhaustion suddenly strikes your body and you lean forward slightly, relying on your bindings to hold you in place. To your surprise it's not a draconian visage that you see, or even the sound of it forcing itself though the skies. The first sense of your end is the buffet of the dragon's wings. Your hair blows from the back, partially covering your head, wisps getting into your mouth. As the dragon approaches you from above bits of dirt fly around and you squeeze your eyes shut, as much to not see the beast kill as to keep your eyes free of debris. The dragon soon lands and the dirt stops flying, but you aren't instantly killed in a jet of flame, and after a moment you risk opening an eye. Staring you in the eye is a large, unblinking, lavender colored eye. Your heart freezes in place and you open your other eye. The dragon's other lavender eye stares back.

What you hope passes for a laugh leaves the dragon's maw. You can see the tips of many sharp teeth set into their lower jaw. The dragon is covered in amethyst colored scales that had you found as stones you would call brilliant. You wait what feels like eons, but couldn't be more than seconds. The dragon pulls their face back from you and you can see the fullness of the their form. Slender in body, the dragon sits on muscular back legs. The dragon's forearms are long and slender like their body, and ends in taloned hands that look sharp enough to cut rock. The tail is long, and is whipping around their legs. You start to feel dizzy, before realizing that you need to breathe. After you have a deep breath, the dragon leans forward again. "So you are that which has been offered to me in sacrifice. Is that all that you are? Some trifling morsel, to be tossed away and forgotten by that which made you?" Living long enough to get a good look at the dragon wasn't something that you expected, let alone being asked a question by it. You almost agree with the dragon, before choosing a different way to word your answer. "I was chosen to be sacrificed to you, yes. But I am more than a morsel, to be hungrily snapped down" your voice trembles as you speak. You intended to boldly state your declaration, but you barely crack above a whisper in reality. The dragon makes the noise that you hope is a laugh again. It continues to look you in the eyes, but you have no way to read the dragon's expression. After what feels like a miserable eternity the dragon reaches behind you. Your body starts to shake, so very close to the amethyst scales. You can faintly smell the dragon's breath, the smell sharply coppery, and your stomach starts to roil again.

Your arms fall to the sides of the pole and the dragon takes you in both hands, claws gingerly digging into you. With a quiet effort the dragon pushes off of the ground and wings that scintillate in the pale moonlight spread and propel the both of you upward. As you fly away, you think you see some of the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustle. Quickly that exits your mind as you see the ground zoom away in a way you could have never prepared for. You breathe faster and faster, as the wind whips your hair. You force yourself to watch as you fly, heading to the mountain that was so very far away from your village. The flight is both awfully terrifying and mercifully quick. The forbidden woods seems to extend the entire way, and in fact, continue farther away than you could see. As you approach the roost, you close your eyes once again to keep the dirt and grit from flying into your eyes. The dragon carefully places you on your feet, and as you try to stand under your own power, the powerful claws let you go. Opening your eyes, you watch the dragon walk into the cave. Quickly, you turn and look over the edge. If it's not too far down... The thought exits your head as you peer over though. It's a long way down, farther than you can see in the moonlight at least. There might be some way to get down, but you couldn't do anything other than jump right now. As if your mind was being read the dragon yells from inside, "Jump now, or come inside before you freeze." You might survive the fall if you jump, but the temperature is far colder than your dress was prepared for.

The cave entrance, while large enough for a dragon to easily enter, belies how gigantic the inner cavern is. By some magic or prodigious effort, lights glow in the cavern, and twinkles off of stones and metals strewn across the lair. It's amazing how much is in the lair, and how much of it is beyond your village. The dragon that rules here must have a gigantic range that includes mighty cities. Perhaps even kings pay tribute? Every dragon couldn't possibly have such a horde. You wonder if it confers standing among dragons. The other amazing thing is you don't see the dragon anymore. The cavern is large and perhaps there is some small chamber, or a far side to the piles. As you scan the ceiling, seeing if perhaps the dragon has taken to standing on that, someone takes your hand. You jump, standing before you is a person! A fraction of a second later you realize what is wrong with the sight. Deep amethyst skin, and hair that looks like crystal but flows perfectly. A muscular arm holds your hand attached to a well-defined body. Full soft breasts hang from the frame, leading to thick, wide thighs. You risk a glance between the legs, but lack enough understanding to know what exactly you see. Finally you meet the person's gaze, the same lavender eyes, as you saw before tell you that truly you are looking at the dragon that so easily flew you here. The dragon speaks to you in a voice that is both soft, and yet booms in your head. "You have amused me so far, and as a sacrifice to me, you shall continue to do so."

The dragon pulls you along, past a pile of partially burned rugs, furs, and paintings. Even the fragments of which are nicer than anything you have owned. To one side of the collection, is a large pile of furs, and other fabric items. Judging by the size and shape, the dragon sleeps on this in the form that flew you here. You are pulled onto the pile and the dragon turns to look at you again. "I haven't decided what to do with you yet. Tonight you will warm my bed with me, perhaps tomorrow you will do the same, perhaps you will warm my stomach instead." A chill runs down your spine hearing that you might be eaten yet. The anticipation of it puts the idea of begging to be eaten down now to save you the pain of the wait into your brain for a second. The thought leaves again as the dragon drags a nail down one side of your dress, cutting open the fabric and letting it fall to the ground. Your own bosom now hangs openly and the tight bindings around your girlcock strain. You realize now how hard it is, before the wrappings finally undo themselves. The dragon guides you down to the mess of furs, rugs, and tapestry that makes the bed before turning you onto your back and moving to straddle you. The dragon's skin feels smooth against your own, cooler than you expected, but not as cold as stone. The dragon's groin however pulses with warmth, perhaps with the same arousal you feel now. Delicate looking, yet powerful hands hold your elbows down into the bedding. You feel yourself getting lost in the lavender eyes, surprisingly they feel warmer now than before. Somehow, you feel closer to the dragon, which may well eat you still, than you have to any person in your life.

The dragon pulls their weight forward, rising up over you. Their face peeks over their breasts as they straighten their back and now pin your arms with their knees. Full, hairless labia stare you in the face, and you lean your face forward, your tongue sticking out. One hand comes to rest on your head, as you plunge your tongue inside the warm separation between the dragon's thighs. A moistness that makes your mouth tingle forms from deep in the dragons genitals. They are hopefully enjoying your deft action. You lick and probe upwards, where on a human you would expect to find a clitoris warm and ready for delicate attention. You quickly realize though, you have found something more akin to your own nestled deep inside the dragon. They push your face even more forcefully now that you have made that discovery. The dragon's cock is thicker than any you have experienced before, and flares upward at the head. It's not too thick to force the end into your mouth, though. And you can wrap your tongue around the girth, and tickle at the top of the flare. The dragon grunts and moans lightly pushing and pulling their hips slightly. Weight presses into your breasts, and the motion of the pressure rushes blood to your face, and girldick. You force as much of the smooth member into your mouth as possible. In a different position you could perhaps force the whole thing down, with training. But craning your neck as you are, you can only reach about half way down what is sticking from the dragon's labia. The dragon seems aware of your limitation and is careful with how much force they push their cock into you.

As you suck and lick, the dragon takes a hold of your head with both hands and holds you in place. Their hips move faster and push against the back of your throat. The dragon strains you, trying to find every last bit of depth in you from this position. The slow, thick pulsing you feel next is not dissimilar to that of your lover in the moments before and you ready yourself. The dragon's load might even be painful. While much more powerful, and in more volume, than your lover's the load isn't painful to you. It tingles in your mouth more than it has any flavor, and you swallow, then start to clean the end of the dragon's cock not wanting to risk an insult while your position is still up for debate. The dragon locks their eyes to yours, and slowly slides out of your mouth. The dragon's cock has partially withdrawn into their labia, but you feel its warm pulsing drift down your body. Holding you by your shoulders again, the dragon lets your hard, but not as big as the dragon's, member enter into their labia. Your girlprick strokes along the base of their cock, before drifting lower and finding an entrance buried deeper inside their labia as well. The dragon's fingers slide down your arms, leaving red marks where their nails were starting to dig into you. Arching their back, the dragon bounces on your hips. While they weigh more than a human of their size, the dragon does weigh less than they must in their other shape. The dragon bends back even farther, hands now squeezing right above your knees and driving your girldick as deeply home as the two of you can. They are loudly breathing while they bounce up and down on you.

You find your own hands drift up along the dragon's knees and to their hips. You pull them along onto you with each bounce as well. The smooth, teardrop shaped breasts dangle above you, and you resolve to discover how they taste should the dragon lean forward again tonight. The dragon flexes and squeezes their legs as their movement speeds up and falls out of the tight rhythm they had been adhering to so far. The dragon gradually gets louder and louder and you watch in quiet amazement. Twitches and tingles flow through the both of you and a load of your seed, pent up all day and after playing with Bethy and Rachel too... As you fire your load into the dragon, they cry out and bolts of electricity fire from their mouth. The dragon's cock is fully hard again, and if anything slightly bigger than before. Their eyes glow now, and they have a single minded look in their eyes. You don't know if you should be afraid or lust filled when they grab you by the shoulder and roughly spin you in place. A hand holds your head firmly, their fingers digging in enough, you are afraid to move. You can feel the dragon's breath on the back of your neck, and their tongue drifts across the base. Then the dragon's breath once more. Slower, warmer, more deliberate. They effortlessly spread your legs apart with their own, and you feel the flared cock head probing between your cheeks. The dragon places their weight on your head as they guide their cock to the entrance of your ass.

Your eyes water as the dragon pushes in without any grace or skill. The thick cock pushes in farther than it could reach in your mouth and you bite your lips hard to keep from crying out. If you focus and relax, you are sure the cock will feel good, assuming the dragon gives you that long. They slide back out instead of trying to force it all the way in immediately. The next pump forward edges in deeper though, and you brace your knees in the mass of fur and fabric to keep from just being pushed. Your head starts to hurt slightly from the dragon's hand now and you hope that the dragon doesn't just squeeze harder as they pump and grind deeper and faster into you. A tear runs down your cheek from the stretching in your ass. In the next moment, the dragon grabs you by both shoulders and they grunt as you feel their shaft push the rest of the way in. Biting your tongue, you taste copper, but you don't want to risk breaking the dragon's concentration now, as they reach their peak. Their firm hips and warm, moist labia are both slamming into your ass now and you can feel their body twitching as what must be a powerful orgasm builds in the dragon's body. Finally they pull forward and don't push back away again. A load fires into you unmatched in intensity by any you have ever felt in you before. It's warm and you can feel it tingle inside of you as it coats around. The dragon withdraws their cock, but stays on top of you. They reach away with one hand and drag one of the heavy furs onto the two of you, having decided to sleep atop you, as if you were another piece of their hoard.