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Slaying The Dragon's Pride

Scatha terror of the peaks, for countless millennial this ancient dragon had lorded over the gray mountains that lay on the eastern borders of civilization. In years past he had scorched the lands around his home into a barren waste, but for the past century he had been content to simply take a toll from the travelers and caravans that past through his domain, but now he had struck out from his lofty home to plunder the lowlands. In his malicehe had set fire to many a farm, field and village, but the greatest of all his evil acts was the desecration of the temple of saint Agostina where he had burned the temple and devouring the holy men and women as they prayed for salvation. To add to this great insult Scatha forced open the crypt of the saint in order to steal the holy treasures hidden there, chiefest among them the sacred chalice of virtues. In response to these affronts against the laws of gods and men the church issued a great bounty for the dragons head, many brave and pious man answered the call, first among them was a young knight name Sir Percival.

Sir Percival brought his horse to a halt at the mouth of Scatha's home, once it had been one of the many dwarf holds that dotted the mountains, but now it was only a ruin. Its once great gatehouse yawned like a gaping mouth, the stalactitesabove and the ruins bellow giving the hint of savage teeth. Percival drew a deep breath as he crossed himself. He spurred his horse onward, the sound of its hooves resounding of the walls and broken corridors, the stale air and darkness lit only by the glow of luminous fungus and crystal lanterns.

In time he came too the sundered doors of the great treasury, as he passed through the vaulted archway he was plunged into inky blackness. "Come forth monster!" Percival shouted "I Sir Percival have come for the chalice of virtues or your head, should you refuse to return it!"

In response Percival heard only the echo of his voice and the sound of his horse's hooves clinking on the gold strewn floor. Then there came a low pitched rumble and a rush of hot sulfury wind. Percival's horse whinnied and reared attempting to bolt, but the young knight pulled back on the reins to stop him.

Out of the darkness high above a pair of fiery yellow orbs blazed into life illuminating the scaly muzzle and horned head of the dragon. His red body shown like polished copper as his throat and underbelly glowed like the coals in the heart of a forge. Scatha was laid out upon a mountain of gold and silver, the light of his body making the gems sparkle like a thousand stars. The dragon was long as a merchants galley and tall as a castle wall, his maw of sword like fangs were big enough to swallow an ox. His head was crowned with a quartet of twisted horns and a row of long spins ran from it down to the tip of his spearheaded tale. As Percival looked upon the beast he couldn't help but think that he would have been beautiful if not for his evil.

As the dragon's burning eyes regarded the armored figure before him he laughed, a rumbling sound like thunder, crimson and orange flames spraying up to the galleried ceiling. "Behold the valiant knight errant come to slay the scourge of the land and make safe the kingdom like the heroes of old." Scatha laughed, his mocking and maniacal tone standing in stark opposition to his beautiful countenance "But your not a hero. The heroes of old are dead in their mounds and their like shall never come again. Do you really think that you can slay a leviathan like me? I who sired the wing lords of old! I who raped the lands in my youth and turned the rivers red with the armies of man and elf!"

"Enough monster!" Percival spat "I have come for the chalice, give it to me or suffer the wrath of the gods!"

"The gods?" Scatha hissed his hot breath thick with the coppery sent of blood "If the gods were real they would have kept me from taking their precious cup."_his strong jaws twisted into an evil grin _"But if it means so much to you, you'll have to take it."

"Very well!" Percival said shutting his visor and tightening his grip on the reins.

"Oh come now" Scatha laughed "Even a fool like you should know you have no hope like that. I'll smelt your flesh halfway through your charge. If you want to fight me will do it my way."

"And what way is that?" Percival asked suspiciously.

"Obviously" Scatha sighed_"I'll give you a sporting chance by letting you strike one blow upon my weakest point."_

"And where is that?" Percival said looking over the dragons scaly hide, it looked impenetrable.

Scatha chuckled deep and grim as he rose, sitting upon his haunches like some great dog, his large malehood visible between his hind legs, it was large even for a dragon his size. His over stuffed scrotum and plump sheath were encrusted with many fine jewels which could be seen glittering between the red scales. As Percival looked on in embarrassment at the dragon's enormous pride, the sheath began to stir as the dragon's penis slowly slid forth into the open air. It was a hideous, monstrous thing, it had a glands and long shaft like that of a humans, but its leathery surface was dripping with a thick slimy lubricant and rope like veins pulsed all across its length. Even worse, a row of sharp spines ran from the frenulum to the base.

"Behold!"_Scatha said proudly _"The only part of my body not covered in armored scales. The majesty of my cock is legendary, but if by some miracle you can seriously wound it, I will give you your preciouscup."

Percival nodded in agreement as he wheeled his horse back to the entrance of the chamber before turning back towards the dragon. Percival whispered a short prayer to the gods as he couched his lance into its cradle. Then, commending himself to his lady, he sunk his spurs into the flanks of his charger.

With a loud whinny Percival's horse leaped forwards with great speed. As Scatha drew near his penis grew in Percival's field of vision until it was all that he could see. The dripping, leathery glands was so large that he knew he could not miss. It was like charging an oak tree or a castle tower.

As the moment approached Percival's razor sharp lance head gleamed in the light of the dragon's belly and the young knight grinned, certain of his victory. He braced himself for the strike, angling his heals and arching his back.The knight closed his eyes for one last prayer when suddenly he felt it, his lance struck home, a wet slap ringing in his ears as hot blood splashed him. Percival released his lace, stabbing his fist into the air with a cry of triumph. The knight's heart sang in victory as he wheeled his horse back to the entrance. "Thy manhood is slain!" He shouted_"Now Bring forth the Chalice of Virtues!"_ But the dragon's only response was a roaring laughter, his fiery glow growing brighter, in its light Percival could now see that the liquid covering him was not blood, but draconic precum.

As the knight turned back to Scatha he saw the dragon still sitting proudly on his hoard, the end of the lance emerging from the tip of his urethra. "Well now!" the dragon bellowed in laughter "This is not an unpleasant sensation!" as he spoke he took hold of his shaft with his right forepaw, giving his member a few slow strokes. "Mmm yes! I think I'm going to keep this little toy of yours for latter!" he chuckled lecherously "But as for now I have a contest to win!" with that he took the handle of the lance between his claws and pulled it free with a wet_shlorp!_ a single drop of blood falling from its metal point.

Scatha took a moment to examine his cock tip, spreading open thelips and squeezing the spongy head. "Well" he chuckled to the knight "As you can see my piss slit is no worse for ware. That means you loose."_as he spoke his scaly lips twisted into an evil grin _"And that means you die!"

Panic washed over Percival as he pulled on the reins, planning to bolt for the doors, but the dragon's fire was quicker! Red and golden flames were snorted from Scatha's nostrils and the young knight was thrown from the saddle as his horse reared!

Percival hit the gold littered floor, his nerves alight with pain! The dragon's fire had heated his armor to a scalding temperature, only his shield had saved the young knight's life, but the shield and the arm that held it were melted beyond repair. From were he lay Percival could see his horse running and kicking wildly as smoke rose from under its barding, in time its pained whinny's were brought to an end by a second gout of flame and its smoldering carcass was thrown down atop Percival.

Percival could hear the dragon moving closer as he struggled to lift his horse with his one good arm. Before long Scatha's large head loomed into view above the knight and the dragon laughed at the sight before him."Behold the pathetic champion of the gods!" He laughed as he brought his head towards the knight "Roasted horse may be beneath one of my stacher, but fresh human is my favorite dish!"

"Please one!" Percival cried as he watched the dragon's maw open wide revealing row upon row of razor sharp teeth. Thinking quickly he reached into the sash at his waist and pulled forth a small silver box. "Please spare me and I shall give you what wealth I have!"

The dragon chuckled as he took the box between his claws "Is this what you think your life is worth?" he asked as he opened the clasp and looked inside "A hand full of coins and a lock of red hair." the dragon's muzzle twisted into a taunting grin "A token from a lover I presume?"

"Yes"_Percival said as he quivered in fear _"Please let me live and I will send you even more things of gold and silver! My lady is rich and she will pay any ransomed!"

"Very well. After all who am I to stand in the way of love." the dragon's words were mocking as he seized Percival by the torso and pulled him into the air. "But first one last parting gift."

Percival then watched in horror as the dragon held up a single claw, he blew flames across it until it glowed like a hot needle. "No wait!" Percival shouted as the dragon pushed the claw into his lower back. After a moment of searing pain everything bellow Percival's waist went numb and he was dropped to the floor, unable to move his legs.

"Now crawl hero!" The dragon laughed maniacally "Drag yourself back to your lady and see if she will love a man who is limp in legs and cock! And carry my challenge to the four corners of the earth! A kings ransom and a holy cup to any who can slay my malehood!"

****

In time the challenge of the dragon spread far and wide bringing many challengers, each thirsting to prove their strength and valor. And so it came to pass that a wild man by the name of Arngar came from the north.

He was tall and brawny, his scared body was draped in black bear's fur and in his hands he bore a great bearded axe. He stood before the dragon stoically his red bearded face revealing nothing as he looked upon the dragon's erect member.

"What do you think north man?" Scatha said proudly as he flexed his penis, a large glob of pre rolling off its tip. "Is it not mighty, is it not thicker then the great pines of your homeland."

Arngar turned his red maned head and spat onto the gold covered floor "I'm not impressed." he said in his deep voice and thick ascent "I've slain dragon's before."

Scatha snarled at the barbarians disregard for himself and his member "Maybe so, but I am greater and stronger than your sniveling ice drakes."

"Maybe"_Arngar said as he leaned on his great ax, his tone full of disregard"but your still just a dragon."_

"Just a dragon!" Scatha sneered, tongues of fire licking at the corners of his fanged maw."We will see if you still think that after I've rent the flesh from your bones! Now make your strike, then embrace your death!"

In a nonchalant manner the barbarian stepped up to the side of the dragon's penis. It was large and thick, but the north man was not concerned, after all he had beheaded ice drakes with a single strike and this dragon's member was thick as one of their necks.

As the barbarian closed his eyes for a moment of concentration the cruel voice of the dragon came too his ears. "Having second thoughts?"_it asked tauntingly _"Your not the first, many would be heroes have turned tale at the sight of my magnificence, not that they made it far."

The barbarian's only response was to raise his ax high over his head, aiming for the spot just behind the dragon's glands. Then with a cry of blood boiling fury he swung it down with a crack of his muscle knotted arms.

The broad rune etched blade of the ax gleamed as it arcedthrough the air, its dissent hastened by the wild fury of its owner. In his mind their could be no doubt of his victory, this over grown lizard was about to lose his manhood and his wealth. Already the barbarian could taste the sweet meats and strong drink that wealth would bring him. After today he would be sleeping on fine sheets flanked by the most costly whores.

When the blow landed it struck with suck force that the handle of the ax was snapped a hands breath below the head and the shock and recoil of the strike was enough the jar the arms of its wielder. But all this great blow accomplished was opening a shallow cut upon the dragon's leathery shaft.

The north man's jaw fall slack at the sight of the wound, it wasn't even deep enough to draw blood. He looked up in disbelief at the dragon's muzzle and saw the beast grinning down at him with sadistic pleasure burning in its eyes.

As he saw a large paw rise from the floor and reach for him. A blind rage over took Arngar and he turned back to the dragon's member. Raising the broken ax haft like a spear he trust it down with both hands, stabbing its gnarled points into the dragon's flesh, he gave this impromptu spear a twist and a shake causingthe many points to brake free leaving new spikes in their wake. Over and over he did this until finally the dragon's talons closed around his body, braking his bones and rupturing organs.

"Do you really think a handful of splinters can harm me?" Scatha snorted, a gout of flames washing over his cock turning the splinters to ash. "You must feel heart broke knowing that your last act was worthless." the dragon taunted as he brought the curse spewing barbarian to his lips "To bad you won't have long to wallow in it." and with that he snapped his jaws shut on the neck of the north man.

As this gruesome sight unfolded in the heart of the dragon's lair another figure crouched in the darkness. Zahir, an assassin from thedeserts of the far south. He had secretly trailed at the barbarian's heels with the intent of slaying him and stealing his glory if he seceded or, as he thought more likely, slay the weakened dragon as he did away with the brutish fool.

Now as the dragon feasted Zahir readied his short bow of horn and sinew, drew an arrow with a serrated point and then with care he reached into his robes and pulled forth a small vial. He held his breath as he uncorked the vial, fearing to breath its fumes even through the dark red scarf that covered his face. The dark green ichor that was held within the vial flowed like molasses as it was pored onto the arrowhead, coating it like a slime.

The assassin's eyes narrowed as he pulled back the bow string until the hawk feather touched his ear. Taking care to aim for the shallow gash that the barbarian's ax had left in the dragon's shaft the assassin let fly his shot. It sped through the air with a wiz that reverberated off the walls until it resounded like a shrill shriek.

Scatha's eyes snapped open as a sound he knew well met his fin like ears, he looked up from his meal just in time to see a streak of ebony come soaring out of the darkness and into the cut on his penis. Instantly a stinging pain ran along his shaft as it jerked disgorging a mess of pre. Instantly a number of the smaller veins that crisscrossed the dragon's penis began to turn black, spreading out across its length like a spiders wed until it was the size of a man's torso!

Much to Zahir's pleasure it appeared that the poison was taking affect. Already the dragon was moaning as his penis writhed and leaked. As the black veins crawled down the dragon's shaft the writhing, flexing and twitching of the shaft intensified, but when they made their way into the dragon's sheath the whole penis tensed and the urethra swelled. Zahir felt the taste of triumph sower in his mouth as a roar escaped the dragon's lips.

At that moment Scatha's penis sprayed forth a thick load of draconic semen, the thick mess steamed on the coins and gems of the horde as yet more boiling cum was shot out to join it. When the tide slowed the dragon spoke. "What a pleasant side effect." Scatha said between panting breaths "I haven't cum this hard in years. That poison of yours was clearly not made for dragon's, you should have done your research, not many poisons can kill a dragon."

At the sight of his failure Zahir fired a trio of arrows in rapid secession as he turned for the archway of the doors. Each arrow struck home with a dull thud as he sped into the dark void of the joining tunnels, yet fast as he ran he could hear the thunder of the dragon's laughter fallowing after him and the earth shook with the weight of the monsters feet.

Scatha fallowed the assassin at his leisure, his infallible memory leading him through the maze of ruins and his powerful sense of smell and hearing allowing him to track the human's every move. Even though he could have caught the man with ease he let the chase drag on, allowing the man's fear to build as he ran blindly onward.

At last Zahir rounded a sharp corner and was greeted by the sight of the man hall stretching on into the distance where he could see the light of day poring in through the mangled gates. He made for it as fast as his tired lags could go, his muscles burning as he watched the exit draw near. As he came close to the ruined gatehouse, loose stones and ruble dogging his steps, his hopes were once again dashed by a whoosh of wind carrying with it a scorching heat. When he looked back the last thing Zahir saw was a blazing light brighter then the day, moments later he was burned into a heap of blackened bones and smoldering cloth. And so too did the champion of the south meet his fate on the same dawn as the champion of the north.

****

As word of the challenge of Scatha was carried on the trade roads it grow and grow, so when at last it reached the eastern lands of the orient its promise of gold had become the talk of kings and no ruler desired it more then the celestial emperor who ruled over the city of golden towers which lay at the meeting of the red steppe and the mouth of the silk sea.

Calling upon his ministers and generals he said _"Go forth and comb every temple and seat of knowledge from the sands of the eastern coast to the walls of our western boarder. Find for me the greatest mage of my golden empire and bring her to my court."_and so it was done.

On the ninth day of the new year a young women was brought to the palace of the emperor and despite her youth see proved a mage of great skill and power. Her virgin body was washed with the waters of purity and she was clothed in the finest robes of pure white, blessed with spells of protection by the most skilled of court wizards. The emperor honored her with gifts of gold, silk and jade, horses and cattle were given to her in great number and he said onto her "Most pure and learned of wizards, I the Celestial Emperor of the golden towers have chosen you. You who are of common birth and yet are blessed with such magic, to go into the west. Into the lands of the barbarians and there to seek out a dragon who it is said even the gods of that savage land fear. There you shall slay him, severing the sores of his perversions, that wellspring of life which is said to be the conduit of his unholy power. And once slain you shall claim his treasure hoard of which even the gods are jealous. When you return you shall have a kings share of this wealth and yet more. I shall make you princes of my empires southern most province and there shall I build for you a palace with in a city of silver towers. Over this you shall rule as the guardian of the moon even as I am master of the sun."

In response to such an honor this young maiden could only bow, and so she set forth at the head of an army of a hundred of the empires finest troops. This regal caravan took to the trading roads with a golden banner at its head, upon which were the words Eu-meh, meaning gorgeous beauty in the tongue of the east, for this was the name bequeathed onto her by his most gracious emperor.

Over many a mountain and river did they march. In every town and city people gathered to gaze upon this column of foreign splendor and many a king played host to Eu-meh. Many a time she was offered marriageby these stupefied lords and each time her beautiful countenance was unmoved, for her honor was worth more to her then thrones or gold.

After almost a year of travel the green lands of the west gave way tobarren ash and the great cities gave way to ruin. Eu-meh knew in her heart that they had arrived at the edge of the dragon's domain. As the caravan fallowed the winding tracked of the serpent like road they passed through the squalid and half burned remains of little villages. Here and there, the faces of half starved peasants peered at them from windows and doorways, but these became fewer and fewer as they neared the mountain that Scatha called home.

The mouth of the once mighty dwarven fortress had been rebuilt into a mockery of its former glory, with sniveling cultists upon it walls. As the army neared the cultists notched arrows and readied stones for an impending attack. Atop the gatehouse a towering priest clad in black iron, his face hidden behind a helm fashioned in the image of a dragon, spoke in a creaking voice "Who dares come before the gates of Scatha the fire god?"

The general of the eastern host sat stoically upon the back of his white stallion, the gilded lamellar of his force glittering in the dawns light, he spoke proudly in the language of the east and a herald clad in rich silks translated his words. "I am Chujun, general of the city of golden towers. I bring lady Eu-meh, most radiant of mages, to answer the challenge of the fire drake who plays king in this land."

The cultists response was a clamber of harsh laughter like the baying of a thousand crows. "If this Eu-meh has the strength of will to cross over our threshold on her own then she may enter our masters lair." the priest crocked "But be warned, non have done so and survived. Not knights, not solders, nor beasts or fools. And I doubt that some pampered spell weaver would fare any different."

"That I will not do!" Shouted the general _"I shall not deliver her ladyship into your hands with not but your word that she will live to see the dragon."_he would have said more, but all fell silent as Eu-meh stepped down from her palanquin. Silencing her guards with a raise of her hand she walked towards the slowly opening gates.

Scatha looked up from the meal his cultists had prepared for him and snorted dismissively "A girl?" he scoffed "And from the east no less. Yes I know of your city and its towers, in the time of the ninth dynasty I traveled there, but I left when I found that yellow flesh tastes no different then white." The dragon snarled when he saw that Eu-meh was unmoved by his words, but then his scaly lips curled into a sneer_"Your a quite girl, I like that. In my youth I delighted in the rape of lesser females like you, but now I've grown to large for it. How ever I have other ways of violating them."_

"Enough!"_Eu-meh said defiantly _"I have come to answer your challenge, not to listen to your prattle."

"Very well" Scatha chuckled as he rose to sit on his haunches. He laughed again when he saw Eu-meh's attempt to hide her embarrassment at the sight of his large malehood_"Behold!"_ he said as his penis slid forth from it sheath "The breaker of queens!"

For a long moment Eu-meh stared at the dripping shaft, her face red and her eyes wide. Never before had she seen a penis and this one made her never want to again, with its scars and spines it was hideous behold. Another chuckle from the dragon snapped her back to her senses, she readied herself. Pulling a painted fan from her sash, she opened it and raised it into the air, whispering an incantation. Three times she waved the fan through the air and each time she stamped her foot, on the forth time the fan shot forth a gout of red flame, scorching the dragon's flesh despite his immunity to fire. Immediately after the flames came to an end Eu-meh whisked the fan back into the air and whirled it over head before snapping it shut, sending bolts of lightning spraying through the air with a crack of thunder and a shower of sparks.

Scathagroanedas the bolts struck his penis, making it dance and spray pre as his muscles contracted. He grunted as the shock reached his prostate, forcing a squirt of semen from his balls. "I think I've seen enough." he said as the lightning came to an end. But Eu-meh ignored him, raising the fan once more, but this proved fruitlessas she was knocked off her feet by the whip of the dragon's tail. Scatha seizedher with a forepaw, lifting her to the level of his eye. "Now" Scatha said lecherously as he stripped off Eu-meh's fine clothes with a sharp claw "Let me teach you the meaning of pain."

"No"_Eu-meh gasped as the dragon's maw drew near her naked flesh, washing it with his hot, fowl breath _"Nooo!"

Outside the gate the soldiers of the east paledas they lessenedto the tortured screams of their mistress, each man weeping as he thought of the fowl deeds that the dragon would wreakupon her. Defiantly the general raised his sword and ordered a charge against the cultists, but from that gapingabyssnon would return.

****

It was an hour after sunset when three figures appeared before the gates. They were robed and gaunt, their bodies as skeletal at the undead horses they rode. The cultist captain on the battlements knew them at once, they were warlocks from the dark lands to the west, and he wasted no time in admitting them to the dragon's lair.

In his anger at being woken from his slumber, Scatha wasted no time on formalities and simply exposed his penis to the trio. The warlocks cut their palms and joined hands in a circle, chanting of evil words and vile spells issued from their throats.

As the three chanted the blood from their hands fell to the floor, it ran in little streams into the center of their ring and there it formed a pool. As the chanting reached its zenith the pool began to glow with a dark light, then with a sudden crash and a whoosh of coppery steam the pool fell in on its sells forming a gaping portal. A sound like a thousand bat wings filled the air as countless little imps flew into the chamber. Guided by the will of their summoners the imps swarmed found the dragon's penis biting and claw at it, their sadistic glee attested to by their broad grins and erect members.

Although their natural weapons were sharper then any mortal blade, the imps diminutive size enabled them to do little more than braked the leathery skin. "Pathetic!" Scatha laughed as he flexed his thick penis, many an imp lost their grip on on his slick shaft as it swung through the air. Those imps that fell onto the ground soon found their flesh kindled into flames by the numerous pieces of silver scattered throughout the horde.

Angered by the death of their comrades the imps redoubled their efforts, spitting acid into the shallow marks in the dragon's cock, burning them deeper. Others grew so bold as to attack the dragon's penis from the inside, pulling open his meatus and clawing their way up his cum vein, taring at the soft flesh of his urethra, but this too was in vane as the dragon had only to unleash his bladder, burning away the demons with the salt of his piss.

Despite the failure of the imps the warlocks were not yet defeated as another beast rose from their pit. A wrath demon, its bull like visage giving it the look of a hell spawned minotaur. It bellowed loudly raising a pare of bronze axes into the air. It charged the dragon, smoke rising from its hooves as it crossed the sea of gold and silver that covered the floor. The fist ax shattered on one of Scatha's spines, but the second found his flesh just behind the glands. However this did nothing as the thick scar left by the last ax to strike there hadthickenedandstrengthenedthe dragon's hide. In his rage the bull demon teared at the penis, hacking wildly until one misplaced blow killed an imp causing the others to turn on the bull in an orgy of violence.

Long and loud did Scatha laugh at this and when his laughter ended he spoke "I think I have seen enough." he said as he brew in breath for a gout of flames, but it was not necessary. In fear of the dragon's flames one of the warlocks raised his hands to cast a defensivespell and with the circle brokenso was their hold on the demons. The hell beasts stopped their infighting and turned upon their masters, dragging them into the pit as it closed behind them.

****

On the ninth day of the new year, the day of Agostina, an old women came to call on the dragon. She was old and bent, she was clad in a raged cloak and hood and her face was covered by a scattering of long gray hair. In on hand she held a rusty short sword which she used as a cane. At the sight if this wizened crone Scatha and his minions could only laugh "Tell me hag what hope could an old husk like you have againsta god like me?" he asked mockingly.

"You are not a god." the old women rasped "And I have more strength then you know wyrm."

Scatha snarled at that, puffing out his glowing chest "You dare insult me?" he snorted, fire coming from his nostrils "I am a god! THE GOD OF THE FIRE DRAKES! And you are but an insect!"

"_So are the flee and the tick, but their bight has killed thousands"_said the crone with a horse chuckle.

"Enough!"_Scatha spat, flames licking from his lips _"Why have you really come? Only a fool would fight a dragon at your age."_a smile crossed the dragon's maw"Or have you come to seek a quick death instead of suffering the slow decay of age?"_

"I have not come to die." the crone said leaning on her sword "I have come to tame you the way one tames an aggressive dog or an unruly horse."

Scatha scoffed at her words "Far better have tried. But if you think you can wound me then go ahead. Use that sword, if you think you can lift it." With that he sat back on his haunches, proudly displaying his draconic pride.

Scathasneeredlasciviouslyas his penis slid forth from its sheath, spines gleaming and glands dripping, but the crone was unmoved. She shook her head dismissively as she hobbled over to the dragon's side.

"Faster hag!" Scatha spat "Before you die of old age."

The crone ignored his words as she stood beside his monstrouslythick penis. Raising her rusty sword shakily, she made a slowpracticeswing.

Scatha chuckling as the dull edge tapped his shaft, but as the old women drew back for her strike the dragon spotted a change in her. Her frail arms seemed stronger and her back straighter. This time as she lifted the sword high over her head her cloak fell away with a blinding flash. When Scatha's eyes cleared he was no longer looking at an old women to weak to lift a sword, but a towering figure clad in shining plate armor. A mess of long blond hair fell from beneath her winged helm and her white tabard shone with the golden image of the sun. Her sword too had changed, the rusty blade transitioning into a great zweihander, its wavy edge wreathed in blue flames.

As Scatha stared at the women in wide eyed shock he opened his jaws to speak, but it was to late, the sword had began to fall. Fire ran before the blade, scorching the dragon's shaft and burning its leathery hide black. At the touch of the blade the skin cracked and split revealing the cooked flesh beneath. The zweihander cut into the dragon's pillar of flesh with the ease of slicing veal. Inside the gash the flesh looked like that of a ham roasted in its own juices.

Scatha was gripped by mad terror and indescribable pain as he watched himself being unmaled before his eyes and those of his followers. He wanted to flee or scream, but some force kept him from doing ether, all he could do was watch and feel the extraordinary pain. Before long his bladder betrayed him and Scatha wet himself like a scared hatchling. The urine barley reached the dragon's tip before his urethra was cut, the salty liquid straying wildly from the wound, its sting adding to the pain of the cauterized flesh.

The seconds dragged by like hours for Scatha as each moment taught him a new meaning for pain. Finally after what felt like years, the dragon's shaft was severed. An inhuman shrike and a distraught wail filled the chamber as it crashed to the floor in a spray of coins. Scatha stared at his member in shock and horror. Tears streaming from his eyes as he saw his severed penis, his source of pride, pleasure and joy, writhing on the floor like a headless snake. He reached for it in despair, his pain stunned mind hoping vainly to reattach it, but as his forepaw drew near, before his claws could touch it his shaft burst into blue flames and melted away to ashes before his eyes.

A pitiful whimper escaped the dragon's lips as he watched his member burn, knowing that he would forever be left with only a stump cut flush with his scaly sheath. As he looked up from the ashes the figure of the women came into view, she stood proudly, her sword was down turned with its point on the floor and as the dragon's eyes met hers she held out her hand in a pointing finger. Scatha fallowed along its line and it led him to his plump scrotum. "No!"_he whimpered _"Please no!" but his plea went in heard as new pain flared in his balls. It started as an intense heat which grew stronger by the second. As it reached a tipping point veins began to pop as blood and sperm were brought to a boil and still the heat rose until finally his balls exploded like eggs in a fire. Each ball sundered with a _Splort!_and a _Pop!_reducing his scrotum to a boiling bag of testicle stew.

All Scatha could do was scream as his mashed testis boiled in their scaly home, a place that until now had always kept them safe. As the pain intensified he turned his tear filled gaze back to the women in a plea for mercy. This time it was granted as the warrior snapped her hand into a fist, the dragon's scrotum compressing in the grip of invisible fingers. Scatha gasped as she jerked her hand downwards, ripping his sack from his body. It fell to the ground like a piece of over ripe fruit and as it tumbled across the floor it combusted into blue flames, burning away like his penis.

"Please no more!"_Scatha cried in terror _"You have won, please don't hurt me anymore!"

The women's ruby lips parted as she spoke in an echoey voice not quite of this world "I am Agostina servant of the godess of dawn." in testament to her claims a pare of golden wings emerged from her shoulder blades and flames grew from her eyes "And I demand my chalice."

"Yes of course!" Scatha said his body shuddering in fear "Fetch it quickly!" instantly one of his cultists sped away into the rear of the chamber were the greatest treasures were kept.

"Now it shall finish with you." Agostina said raising her sword.

"No please!" the dragon whimpered "I am gelded, surly that is punishment enough, there's no need to kill me! What is I repent, I'll serve you godess for the rest of my immortal life. I'll use my gold to feed the poor and my strength to protect the weak. I'll do anything your godess demands just don't kill me!"

"Very well." the angelic figure said "You shall serve the dawn godess." relief_washed over Scatha as he let out a sigh, but panic returned then Agostina spoke again _"You shall serve her in the next world!"

Agostina swung her sword in a graceful ark landing a blow between the dragon's legs in the hollow that had been his scrotum, it cut deep biting into his prostate. Instantly flames began to bloom inside it, quickly spreading throughout his insides. Scatha opened his mouth to scream in agony, but the fire had scorched the air from his lungs and no amount of gasping could change that.

Slowly the dragon's scaly hide started to cave in as the fire turned his body hollow, but soon it to would burn away to ashes until only his blackened skeleton remained. It fell to the floor with a deafening crash, skeletal jaws still snapping in a silent death scream as they crumbled to dust.

With the dragon dead the strength of his cult was broken and its members scattered to the wind. The Chalice of virtues and the wealth of the horde were taken by Agostina back to her temple and it is said that forever after those you looked into the waters of the chalice would see the godess of the dawn sitting upon her throne with Agostina at her right hand and a eunuch dragon coiled at her feet, his eyes wet with tears and his empty sheath twitching in phantom pain, forced to relive the agony of castration for all eternity.

The End

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