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It was almost half past three by the time the last of the village elders and the temple priests left the meadow. It was a small clearing, peaceful and quiet full of early spring violets. Ringed by massive evergreens it was a serene place, one where a person might not feel the passage of time. A sun in a deep blue sky, with a few perfectly white, puffy clouds gave life and warmth to the day. It would have been a breathtaking seen for the young woman left there had she not been in a grim situation.

Barely out of her teens, the woman stood in the middle of the clearing. Straight brunette hair cascaded down her curvaceous form, ending just above her hips. Deep sapphire eyes that looked as if they could cut into the soul sat atop a short, pointed nose and full, rose-red lips. A simple, calf length azure dress accented her eyes. Delicate hands with cream colored skin showed that this was a woman of rank, one who most likely didn't work all that much or hard. Daia, as the woman was called, did not want to be in this beautiful clearing, even on this breathtaking day, but it was not her choice to make. This was clearly evidenced by the length of rope tied to her hands and staked to the ground. It was part of an agreement in the village that she came from with a local monster to sacrifice a young maiden every two years to said monster so as to appease it and keep it from terrorizing the area. Presently the young woman kept up a facade of calm, trying to tell herself that it would be over soon; while none knew what the beast did with the sacrifices, as none had ever been found and it was assumed that it ate them. Daia hoped it would be over swiftly.

In the distance the sound of massive wing beats could be heard; the creature was coming. A crack appeared in the carefully crafted look, a sense of worry and dread eking on to her face.

"Oh, please just let it be over." She murmured in a breathy, sing-song voice. A dot appeared in the sky above, growing larger and more defined by the second. Soon the dark silhouette turned into a distinct shape which landed in the clearing. A large dragon stood there, its majesty clear to any who could observe it. It was twenty feet from snout to tail-tip and nine feet from its clawed feet to the ornate three-horned crest atop its head. Intelligence burned in the emerald eyes as it turned its toothed snout to look on the newest sacrifice. Lumbering over to her she felt a presence press upon her mind.

"Stick out your hands." A deep, masculine, booming voice commanded. Daia looked around, but couldn't find the source of the sound without noise. "Don't make me have to repeat myself." The voice ordered again. Daia started when she realized the dragon was the one who had made the 'noise'. Warily she extended the bound limbs, from where the dragon proceeded to stick a talon out and cut the bonds. Before she could cry out or run the dragon swooped her up in his claws and took flight.

Screaming in terror as she hung in the air, the countryside whipped past the two as the dragon used its incredible speed to cross distances that would have taken weeks on horse in mere moments. Daia glimpsed a large cave entrance, perhaps a hundred feet across, yawning atop a massive, isolated mesa. It was here that the reptile began to descend towards and the young woman spied an interesting phenomenon. A flickering, otherworldly glow was illuminating the cave entrance, and, as they lowered into the gapping mouth, she saw hundreds of torches burning in sockets that lined the wall illuminating the room. The dragon touched down on the cave floor, which was surprisingly covered in rich, blood-red carpets. Looking around the chamber she saw only a few passages, closed by constructed doors, leading away. With the cave exit over one hundred feet above on the cave roof, there was no hope for escape. Daia though quickly though, if her people could work a truce with this creature, and it had torches and construction in its home, it had to be intelligent, and therefore might be able to be bargained with. It was her only shot.

"What is your name?" The booming, soundless voice inquired before she could speak.

"Daia Thunsdaughter, O' majestic one." She said, attempting to curtsy on still shaky legs.

"There is no need for that." It replied. "There is no way for you to say my name in your tongue, so you may call me Thrisk."

"Thrisk? Might I ask what you're to do with me?" Daia inquired, hopping to be able to negotiate. "Surely you plan to eat me?" The dragon gave what could only be interpreted as a look of disgust.

"Eat a human? What self-respecting dragon would do such a thing? Sure many young ones do it, but they learn soon enough that humans taste worse than dung." He replied, a note of scorn entering his voice. "No, cattle, sheep, goats, deer, those are to our taste, and they don't go around jabbing sharp sticks at us."

"Then what are sacrifices for if not to eat? That's what all the old legends say you do!" She pushed.

"Bah, the legends are wrong. Any dragon that survives to my age has learned not to eat humans, not only because of the disgusting taste, but as well as to keep entire villages from hunting us down. We could kill them all, but what would we do with the bodies? And when others figure out what has conspired, it would bring an army down. No, better not to eat people. Enough talk now, I can assume you're hungry and thirsty; all the others were when they arrived. Idiot human priests think you'd taste better if not fed. Superstitious fools the lot of them."

It was at that point Daia's stomach gave an audible growl. The dragon left momentarily and returned with a basket of fruit and a leather flask of cool mountain water. Daia selected an apple, and nibbled on it suspiciously.

"If you think I've poisoned it, think again. What need would I have of poison when I could merely rake you with my claws, engulf you in flames, or call a bolt of lightning from the sky and kill you before you could run? No, eat and relax. While you may never leave this place, I will assure you that I can make it as comfortable as possible." When she finished she looked towards the Thrisk.

"You still have yet to tell me what it is I'm to be doing, since evidently you aren't going to eat me." She stated bluntly.

"Not to be dissuaded, are you?" He asked. When she shook her head, he gave an audible sigh. "Very well then. How can I put this? It will take a great deal of explanation, so make yourself comfortable. I am a male dragon, and males of all species have certain urges one might say." Daia's cheeks began glowing crimson at the mentioning. She had only been with a man once, years ago, but she knew the sayings. "Dragons live extraordinarily long lives, and as such our females aren't ready, willing, or able to copulate that often. That's compounded here by the fact that we're in a rare area with more males than females, meaning not all males will have a mate. I am one of them. Now, while females aren't always ready to mate, males can go at a moment's notice. Our urges tend to get violent if not dealt with quickly. Because of this, our species is very creative at ways on dealing with these, eh-hem, tensions.

"First, there are dragons that only mate with dragons. They think it less if we spend our seed elsewhere, and so they can take great lengths of abstinence. We here in the area have agreed to let them have first pick of a mate when the season comes. If they ever have to relive themselves, they typically, how would you put it? Rub off?

"Then we have dragons who create a sculpture from rock, we call those pelith. It has the about the same size, feeling, and anatomy as a female. They use this to take their urges out on, although many don't find this form of relief attractive because of the inanimate nature of the pelith, it's time consuming to make, and the fact that they last only a few times before they are destroyed.

"We now come to the last group. Those of us in this group mate with other creatures to state our needs. Typically we carry off cattle or horses for such jobs, as they are the only animals close to our size and make a tasty meal for latter. It's not an elegant method, but it beats out no relief or using rocks. Not to mention it provides a meal several days later." Daia paled as she realized what the sacrifices were used for.

"So this is where we come to you. I made a pact with your village twenty years ago, give me a young woman every two years, the amount of time I assumed you humans would last, and I'll stop carrying off your horses and cattle. You are but the latest in that line. Your job here is to accommodate my needs, simple as that. Do that, and you'll be clean, warm, and fed for the rest of your days." He declared simply. The woman's cheek color returned with a vengeance.

"And if I refuse?" She asked.

"I simply take you to the northern lands and leave you there to fend for yourself. Really, your new life isn't all that bad once you adjust to it." He stated.

"Why humans though, we can't be even close to the size you creatures need?" Daia inquired, her face still a flaming crimson.

"I will say this simply, I find pleasure in the human form. And you'd be surprised where we can accommodate ourselves." He said, matter-of-factually. "Now that we have the details over with, you might as well get accustomed to your new role." The dragon swept her off her feet and carried her off to a chamber off the main entryway. Inside was a sumptuous bedroom. A rich maroon carpet covered the floor. A massive, dark walnut wardrobe took up one wall, a set of gleaming armor flanking either side. The wall opposite the door was taken up by a large, red-brown bronze mirror which shone brightly in the torchlight. The bed was recessed into the floor, cornered by towering cherry bedposts rose thirty feet up and were draped by emerald greed curtains that matched Thrisk's eyes perfectly. Azure bed sheets embroidered with silver and gold threads finished the impressive look. Setting Daia down the dragon caught a glimpse of the woman's face.

"We dragons enjoy fine things." He replied, answering the incredulous look. Pushing her towards the bed he gave a simple order "Disrobe." Daia meekly obeyed.

'Anything is better than wasting away in the tundra or getting eaten.' She decided. Her hands made quick work of the knots on the back of the dress. The garment fell away to reveal a plain blue shift, which was quickly removed. Now she stood naked before her captor. Her lithe body was perfectly curved, with respectable D cup breasts, and not a mar on her form.

The dragon gave what could only be interpreted as a lewd smile as the smell of his powerful, spicy musk began wafting through the room. Daia peaked under the male and saw where the smell originated. A fleshy pole was emerging from a slit in the dragon's armor. Growing rapidly, it settled at about one foot in length and two inches in diameter. Veins showed blue and green along the pulsing azure member. Rings of flesh encircled the dragon-hood, spaced about one inch apart. The penis was tapered, becoming narrower at the tip, with the point on the bottom. The woman merely stared at the alien protrusion.

"Suck it." Thrisk commanded, placing a large paw on the back of her head, guiding her. The woman said a quick prayer as she stumbled under the beast. Crawling on her knees she reached his penis and reluctantly leaned her head forward to begin sucking on the first couple of inches. Thrisk moaned lightly and let off a shot of salty pre as she swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip. Loosing himself in the pleasure he gave a quick thrust, sending nearly eight inches of dragon meat down Daia's throat. Choking, Daia quickly backed off, breathing heavily to catch her breath.

"Oops." Was his simple reply. "I'll try to keep in mind you aren't as talented as the others yet." Ducking back towards the dragon-cock Daia placed a hand on the warm stomach scales to balance herself. Licking the oozing hole at the tip, and earning an appreciative shudder from the male, she once again took the member in her mouth. Bobbing her head down the appendage as far as she could, she let her tongue work on his tip. Thrisk merely moaned as tremors wracked his body. His hips gyrated as she worked, trying to keep from thrusting down the woman's throat. His claws kneaded the bed sheets as Daia's tongue flicked over the sensitive head. Judging from his tension she could guess he was close, so she began rubbing her free hand along his length.

A new idea came to her head, and though she didn't like it, she knew it would finish him off and get this over with. Moving her head back so it was barely on his tip , she quickly thrust forward, her tongue penetrating the hole. The effect was profound. Thrisk threw back his head and let out an earsplitting roar. He tensed as his dragon-hood began throbbing and Daia quickly removed her tongue from his passage. Holding a paw to her head he let the first shot of his hot, thick cum fill the woman's mouth. She noted that it tasted like the way a pine forest would smell in the springtime, tinged at the edge with salt water as if it were on the coast. Spewing out of his tip by the bucket load, the sticky fluid was too much for Daia to swallow. Swirled green and blue cum gushed from her mouth, covering her breasts and staining the sheets as the woman marveled at the unusual, vivid colors. Soon the dragon was done, but he held on until she had swallowed the last drops of his seed.

"Clean me." He told her. Daia leaned over his cock and began to lick up the thick, ropey strands of emerald and sapphire. When she had finished with him she leaned down and cupped what she could of the cum on the sheets in her hands and slurped it down. She had to admit, it did taste better than her old lover's. When she completed her task, she collapsed onto the bed, thinking the ordeal was over for now.

"What do you think you're doing?" Thrisk inquired, panting lightly. "Did I say we were done?"

"But, you just finished!" She said, incredulous.

"I also said earlier that a male dragon was ready to go at a moment's notice. We can go on for hours if need be." He smirked. "Now, get on all fours. It's time for the next part." Daia groaned, thinking about how she couldn't possibly fit that monster inside her. She positioned herself as best she could in front of the dragon's cock, which once again began drooling slick, smoke-grey pre.

Grinning with satisfaction, Thrisk adjusted himself, crouching to compensate for his height. He gave a few, quick thrust before his tip caught in the young woman's opening. Grinding his tip he let his pre ooze into Daia's passage, lubing it for the stretching about to take place. Well slickened, the large dragon thrust eight inches of his dragon-hood into the relatively minuscule woman. Daia stifled a gasp as her almost virgin passage was stretched to its limits. Groaning with pleasure the dragon pulled out to the tip before ramming home again, a satisfying wet slap sounding when he thrust.

Daia gritted her teeth as she felt a spark of pleasure rise up from the uncomfortable stretch. She could feel all those rings of flesh rub against the folds of her passage. Each time the two points made contact it sent a shiver of pleasure racing up the spines of their respective owners.

"Of all the human women I've mated, you are by far the best." Thrisk moaned. A low growl escaped through his maw. Pounding his shaft in and out he whimpered, "I don't know how much more I can take. You're so slick, so tight, it's like you were made just for me." Daia merely threw back her head in a soundless howl as an orgasm crashed over her, sending convulsions through her. Her walls tightening on the sensitive member, Thrisk began to tremble, a sure sign he was close himself, but he held back: he wanted more from this session. As soon as she finished he began back at his normal pace, only this time he reached his long neck down between her legs and began flicking his tongue over the sensitive button of nerves. Shuddering every time his tongue lapped her clitoris, Daia could do little more than whimper. She was a babe in his claw.

Thrisk could barely contain himself; never had he experienced such pleasure as what these constricting walls were giving him now. Once again Daia could handle no more. Her legs collapsed from under her as a new set of convulsions wracked her body and a jet of hot liquid shot from her nether region, splashing over the base of the dragon's cock. Thrisk could contain himself no longer, the pleasure had reached critical levels. Looking towards the ceiling he once again let out an earsplitting roar as he thrust in one las time. Green and blue seed gushed from the dragon's tip and quickly filled the young woman. Gush after gush of swirled colors began splattering out from Daia's slit and onto the bed.

When he had finished filling her to the brim he pulled out, followed by a deluge of dragon spunk. Daia's legs turned to jelly and she collapsed into the puddle of cum. Grabbing a pawful of sheets, the dragon cleaned himself. He smiled as he looked at the now sleeping woman. Backing out of the room quietly, he thought to himself, "Tomorrow will be an interesting day for her."