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The ruins were more incredible than I could have ever imagined. Since the first time I had seen them in photos, I dreamed of receiving the grant to explore them, but the process had taken so long that I had begun to lose hope... After all, I was new in the field, fresh out of graduate school, and the chances of my being given the funding for this project were virtually nonexistent. When they called me after so many months of waiting, I was sure that it was to tell me that I had been forgotten about and declined. When I heard the word "accepted," it took incredible willpower to restrain myself from crying right there on the phone. Professionalism came first, but afterwards, I sat with my boyfriend and he cried with me, sharing my joy--in true love, there is true empathy.

The preparations took nearly as long as the approval had taken. This past month had marked three years since I had begun the entire process and we had only arrived at the site last night. The area was not taped off yet and the majority of the camp wasn't even set up. I couldn't help myself, though: I had to see it before the sun had set, jet-lag be damned.

Little was known about these ruins, but I had seen many photos of them online. Few had had the chance to study them and I had always dreamed of seeing them in person. As a college freshman, I had spent hours dreaming about how incredible they must be. What little was known, I had read over and over. No one had yet been able to verify how old the stones were but it was already clear that they were potentially some of the oldest ruins know to man.

My touch was feather light as I ran my fingers alone the cool stonework. The ruins looked almost as if they have been carved directly from the Earth itself and I began to wonder if perhaps they had. The seams where the rocks should've met the ground seemed invisible, but perhaps it was merely grime that had covered them. They rose from the Earth in the midst of a forest: our camp had been set in a small clearing not too far away. Tomorrow we would begin preparing the ruins for investigation.

I wondered if perhaps the massive structure had once been a temple of sorts. It formed a vague, decrepit sort of pyramid stretching hundreds of feet in either direction. Although the pointed top was long gone, I could vaguely imagine how it may have looked when it was whole. Openings had caved in many places, but here and there you could make out a door, a window... And everywhere, the forest had overtaken its architecture: vines and moss coating surfaces like paint, trees emerging from the ceiling, roots cracking its foundations.

I should have gone back to the camp then, but I curiosity and awe overtook me. I had to see what was inside. Creeping around the perimeter, I began seeking out a hole that looked as though it would provide a means of safe entry. The first that I found was about ten yards to my left; a thin crack that had withered away into an ovular chasm--just wide enough to grant me admittance.

Inside, the ruins looked like something out of a digital painting; a fantasy landscape where trees climbed far beyond the stone's confines and streams of light highlighted particles in the air, flowing from the ceiling into tiny pools of white upon the floor. Every inch of wall was painted in stains of green and brown, nature's way of claiming what man had made for its own. The structure was no longer a creation of a people, but one of the Earth.

I stepped carefully around the inside of the building, my eyes adjusting slowly to the dramatic lighting. Wind from the trees left shadows to dance like water, forcing the entire scene to become even more surreal. Everywhere, piles of stone and dust lay abandoned, left to their own devices once nature had knocked them free from the structure. The most incredible feature lay in the center of the temple, however. There, an enormous statue had been erected, carved from a smooth, shining material that I did not fully recognize. I wondered if perhaps it was a type of stone that had been sanded down, but even as I edged closer to get a better look, I was unable to decipher the material.

The statue's beauty slowed my breathe as I stared up at it in reverence. It depicted a majestic creature, scaled and reptilian in form. Four massive, clawed feet settled beneath it, talons curling into the floor of the building. It sat with a regal air, staring straight forward with an intent purpose. Horns trailed from the ridges above its eyes along its head and down its spine, ending at the tip of the immense tail curled around its form. I had seen statues of dragons before, I had seen artwork of them... But never anything like this. The figure of the dragon was carved almost lovingly, with an intention to detail that was unlike any artwork I had ever seen. This creature did not seem as if it was built upon the vague guesswork of those who had only imagined the creature--it looked as though it had been carved straight from the real thing.

_ As I stared up at the masterpiece before me, I couldn't help but shudder at its beauty._

_ Shaking the feeling off, I continued my investigation of the room. Although I had dismissed them as piles of rubble before, I now realized that the figure of the dragon was surrounded by tables or benches of some sort. There were about six of them total, though the surfaces of all but two were so degenerated that it was difficult to tell what they had been used for originally. The two that had withstood the test of time varied greatly; one appeared as though it might crumble at the lightest touch, but the other had survived impeccably. Fascinated, I wandered over to the nicer of the two, which appeared almost new. Wondering how it had been preserved so neatly, I ran my fingers along the it's cool marble surface, taking note of the foreign words that decorated its base. The upper portion of the table was curved in slightly at the end and the object itself was rather large--about the length and width of a person, head to toe, fingertip to fingertip. It was then that I noticed small rings carved into the sides and surface of the raised slab and it occurred to me what this had been: a sacrificial stand._

_ With widening eyes, I spun around to look at the imposing figure of the dragon and saw, with some curiosity, that this table was the one directly in front of the statue. I turned back around slowly and laid my fingers against the stone once more, imagining what it must have been like to have been restrained here, the statue towering above you..._

_ I wondered what purpose the sacrifices served. Were those who were sacrificed left here to wither away? Did the people who created this place believe that the dragon would awaken and take it's fill of the tribute? Perhaps the ritual had been even more unpleasant, ending with the death or mutilation of the unlucky people who had been chosen. With that thought, I examined the flawlessly carved platform before me, but I saw no signs of blood. Not that I had truly expected to see any--time would have worn away any such traces. With luck, they_ might have been picked up with advanced equipment, but we were not privileged to have such equipment and would likely never know the true nature of the sacrifices that took place here. Even so, we would study this place intently; with luck, the scripture carved into the stone in so many places might reveal this temple's secrets.

_ Although I was practically overflowing with the desire to share my discoveries with my peers, I was reluctant to leave the incredible structure behind. On a whim, I climbed up on to the stone table and sat for a few moments with my paws hanging off of the edge, closing my eyes as I enjoyed the silence and surrealism of the beautiful ruins. I could never quite say what possessed me to do it (perhaps the urge to understand these ancient people and their sacrificial members), I lay back slowly, adjusting my slim body to the slab beneath me. I found that while the concave shape of the slab did aid slightly in comfort, it largely just assured that my body was seemingly flat when viewed from the side. With the intense attention to detail that comes from working in my chosen field, I shifted my limbs until they aligned almost perfectly with the notched rings of surface. I was surprised to find that they seemed to fit my body shape almost perfectly: given that I was somewhat petite, this particular platform was very likely used to sacrifice women. I thought back to the stories of virgin sacrifices to dragons and wondered if the ancient people who built this place had believed them._

_ With wide eyes, I stared up at the figure of the dragon above me, studying the bottom side of his massive jaw, the curve of his spine where it would have connected to his skull. So much attention had been given to the sculpture that I could imagine using it as a guide to dragon anatomy. I lay still for many minutes, eyeing the creature with an intense fascination, and did not move until I felt the first tickle at my wrist. Instinctually, I moved both my arms--one to swat whatever insect had landed on me away from the other. With the tiniest bit of panic bubbling in my throat, I realized that neither of my arms would move. Tilting my head to either side, I realized that delicately carved stone chains held each wrist and each of my ankles. I could not remember seeing the chains before and was quite sure that I had not put my hands through them. My thoughts were confirmed as I attempted to slip free of them, but noticed that my limbs were held fast, the chains tightly restraining each of them. I studied the chains was I continued to feel fear creeping along my spine, noting that they had been carved intricately from what was likely a single piece of stone. They were very well made and unlike anything I had ever heard of from a past society._

_ Closing my eyes, I rolled my had back to the center of my body, taking a breath to steady the fear rising in my body as I opened my mouth to call out to the camp. Surely someone would hear me. They would be crushed to break the chains and there would be some question as to where they had come from, of course, but they would still free me, which was all that really mattered at that exact moment. As I opened my eyes and prepared to call out, the words died instantly in my throat, taking with them all ability for speech or thought: the statue above me was breathing. My lapine ears heard it shift before my eyes picked out the almost imperceptible movement. I watched as cracks formed along its entire body, dust and soot peeling away to reveal pale, ember colored scales beneath. Despite the fear that overwhelmed me, I felt tears gathering in my eyes as the incredible figure came to life before me. I no longer wanted free, I wanted only to learn more about this magnificent piece of mythology._

_ It was a long time before the dragon seemed to regain full functionality. Even when it was largely cleared of dust, it sat still for many minutes, muscles shifting subtly to twitch away access particles. It seemed as if it were awakening from a long slumber--and given the situation, I imagined it was. When it finally began to move, its clawed feet dug away at the Earth beneath us, kicking up some stones while crushing others. The massive figure stepped forward, lowering its head to the ground as it began to slowly encircle me. Fear and excitement raced through my veins as I wondered whether it could speak, as many stories and books had portrayed. Studying its eyes intently, however, I imagined that it could not. While the dragon had a certain intelligence in its eyes, it was not the intelligence of a human, but that of an extremely advanced animal, instead. At beast, I imagined it to have the mental capacity of a small child... A small child trapped in the body of an immense, dangerous animal with the power to kill me--and everyone else--at its earliest whim._

_ The dragon circled me several times before settling at my feet. Due to the angle, I could no longer see it, but it didn't seem to have any trouble fitting in the temple, which suddenly seemed much larger than I had initially realized. After a few moments, I felt a warm breeze cross my body seconds before a shadow did and the dragon's head entered my vision. Craning my head against the restraints to get a better view, I eyed it warily even as it examined me. I watched as its nostrils flared. Like many animals, the dragon apparently did a great deal of investigation through its sense of smell. The creature's head was a little over half the length of my body, from the tip of its maw to the base of its neck. It had no ears that I could see, although I was now privy to the detailed rings and notches that curled around every horn on its body._

_ Apparently having seen enough, the dragon raised its head slightly and opened its mouth. When a long, sharply textured tongue snaked out of its mouth, I feared the worst. I understood that I would die here and that there was nothing I could do about it. Something inexplicable would clean up the blood and my peers would wonder where I had gone--or perhaps a few would even be sacrificed themselves. I shuddered at the thought, suddenly understanding why so little research had been done here. I was not the first to happen upon this situation._

_ I felt the dragon's tongue ease its way slowly across my body and shuddered softly in pain. The feeling was unique, but stinging. The best comparison I could give would have been having a bag of wet gravel covered in fine sandpaper dragged across your skin. The organ was heavy and a bit wider than my thigh. Despite the quality of my clothing, the thick fabric that covered my body shredded beneath the tongue, which left harsh red imprints along my skin, scratching me to the point of light bleeding in several places. I winced as the cuts were exposed to the musky air of the temple, causing them to sting only slightly more than the rest of my body now did. The dragon gave a puff of air and the majority of my clothing fell neatly to either side of my body, the pieces which had been completely separated from the rest of the fabric fluttering around and on to the platform gently._

_ A small, sarcastic part of my mine whispered; "Great, now you're trapped in your dream research project, naked with a dragon. Just how you imagined it, isn't it?" I shivered with a sudden chill, grateful for the fabric that still remained between myself and the marble I lay on._

_ The dragon examined me for a moment more before it shifted against, walking slowly until it stood directly over me. I shut my eyes tightly, unsure what it was doing. I didn't understand anything that was happening--I was not a mythological researcher, I was an archeologist. What did I know about dragons? Confused and naked, I lay spread-eagle and prayed that perhaps my life would be spared. Perhaps the dragon was walking away. Maybe I tasted bad._

_ It did not continue to walk, however. It remained above me, it's midsection easily twice the length of my own and at least as wide as I was tall. I opened my eyes again when I felt something warm slide across my leg. This was not a tongue, although it was just as wet as the dragon's tongue had been. This was much smoother and was almost too hot to bear. My eyes widening with fear, I strained against the chains that held me fast to look down my body. I gave a strangled cry when I saw the dragon's long, hard shaft inching toward me. This massive creature was trying to mate with me and there was_ no way that its cock was going to fit inside me. This was not one of those cute, playful moments where a girl says; "Oh no, you're so big, you'll never fit!" This was a potentially life threatening situation. Although tapered, the shaft was as long as my arm and as wide as my head at the base, which was currently un-knotted. And while the dragon came pre-lubricated, I did not. This was not how I had expected to die in the least.

_ Seconds slowed to hours as the creature inched its shaft along my leg, sometimes dragging it against the smooth slab as well. My body tensed with dread-filled anticipation as I felt the tip brush against my exposed mound. I saw its hips shift suddenly as it attempted to shove its cock completely inside of me at once. The huge member slipped instead and dragged along my skin, stopping inches from my mouth and covering my sensitive, scraped stomach and chest in pre-cum. My muscles spasmed with pain as the dragon's body rumbled with a frustrated growl. A tear escaped my eyes while the creature resituated its hips behind me._

_ When the dragon repeated the process, it took it much slower. This time, it aimed carefully, stopping only when it felt the tip of its cock slip between the lips of my pussy. Although it eased in slowly, no speed could have ever been slow enough and the dragon was clearly aching to release itself inside of me. I imagined it must have been desperate, after so many years as a statue. Initially, I whimpered as it forced its way inside of me, tears rolling down my eyes as discomfort turned to excruciating pain. When the tearing sensation had become almost unbearable, the dragon slid out slowly... And began to fuck._

_ Slowly, my b ody adjusted to the incredible length, although the pain remained. To make matters worse, the dragon's cock eventually began to widen at its base--at which point I became aware that dragons were creatures with knotted members. Initially I struggled against my restraints in vain, praying that they might crumble or break, allowing me to escape the horrible pain of having a dragon force itself upon me, but the creature took no notice, increasing its speed until my screams were a mixture of pain, pleasure, and fear. Tears streamed across my cheeks as the dragon had its way with me, liquid pumping from my ruined cunt as it rumbled its pleasure above me. If giving birth was apt to change a vagina dramatically, this would leave mine scarred forever, if it ever recovered._

_ I knew that the dragon was growing close to release when its movements became frantic and the rumbling became mingled with quiet, strangled screeches that I assumed were sounds of pleasure. It fucked me ruthlessly, my tight, lapine cunt hugging its cock in a way only the body of a much smaller creature could. It had broken me and it would mate me, using my body for its purposes even if it killed me; although killing was not the point, tonight. The beast had needs for me that existed beyond food and pleasure._

_ As its screeching began to crescendo, it took one last ferocious thrust at me. Although I had thought my body could not possibly tear any further, the dragon proved me wrong. I screamed in agony as I felt its pointed shaft pierce my cervix, pushing its tip straight in to my uterus. I sobbed helplessly as it filled me with its seed, ensuring that none was wasted. The dragon, meanwhile, roared with pleasure, its cock spasming as it filled every inch of my womanhood with its cum until the sperm escaped my cervix and shot out of my abused cunt with a force that stretched it even farther. Tears still poured from my eyes when the dragon had finally satisfied itself and inched its cock from my broken form. Shivering with fear and pain, I lay on the platform as blood and cum leaked from my mutilated pussy until exhaustion finally overtook me and the world blurred from vision. _