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Keith Part One

Keith leaned against the wall of the cave, cool, worn smooth by the elements over untold millennia since the mountains first rose from the earth. The shade of the cave stretched deeper as his eyes grew accustom to the relative shadow. Keith drew a cloth from his belt, and wiped the sweat from his brow, brushing a few stray strands of earthy brown hair back towards the leather tie. His hair hung from there, down to between his shoulder blades, where it was roughly cut. Keith studied the cave, considering its possibilities as his shelter for the night. The entrance widened out into a sizable foyer, plenty of room to set up camp, maybe even a small fire, though the rear of the cave remained in shadow. Before committing to this place, and so he would have some daylight to search for another camp, he decided to investigate as soon as possible. Drawing the stub of a candle from his satchel and lighting it with a flint and striker, he stepped carefully towards the rear of the cave, watching the ground for pitfalls or slides.

To his shock the cave did not end in a smoothly rounded dome or even a steep wall, it continued on in the form of a passageway large enough to admit him three times wide with his arms held out, or two above. Even more surprisingly there seemed to be some sort of light further down the tunnel. Slowly, careful not to make a sound, he made his way along the curve of the passage, drawing his fingers in a slow swish along the inner wall. It was cool, smooth, and somewhat sandy, he could feel the weight of the mountain against his hand.

The light grew brighter and brighter, wavering like a large fire, and Keith started to feel a rising heat from further ahead. It grew warmer and warmer, until the wall itself started to feel perceptively warmer. He was noticing this when the wall abruptly fell away. he had walked right into a gigantic chamber, along the far wall of which ran a blazing flow of lava, white hot rocks casting the inconstant light. The walls were lined with piles and piles of gold, jewels, and trinkets, all of which would have been very impressive if it weren't for the emerald dragon that dominated the center of the chamber. It slept, as large as a small house, it's mighty muzzle resting on it's serpentine tail. All along it, metallic green scales flashed in the waving light, reflecting gold off of the only slightly exposed belly. Keith froze, suddenly unwilling to move for fear of awakening this sleeping beast, it's rhythmic breathing a subliminal rumble, like the bones of the earth slowly shifting.

Keith watched in awe for a time, longer, much longer, that he would have intended, but he was captivated by the creature. Great yellow gold horns spiraled back from above the eyes, closed tightly like treasure chests hiding enormous jewels. Her eyes shifted lightly in her sleep... Keith realized the dragon was a she, though he wasn't sure how... and she shifted her weight, rustling the piles of gold on which she lay. Keith stayed still watching her sleep, until one shift brought a coin the size of his fist rolling down off of one of the pies. It clinked and slid, unsettling tinny landslides of gold, until it came to rest at his feet. Fascinated he reached down, and picked it up...

At that she awoke.

Keith didn't even notice at first, but when he looked up an amongst the emerald, two Rubies blazed, the size of wagon wheels. Keith stirred, took a step back, preparing to run, when she spoke.

"Who are you?" Her voice boomed, "And what are you doing in my lair?"

"I... I was just looking for a place to spend the night." Keith sputtered, "I didn't mean to intrude. I'm sorry." He held the coin he had just picked up lamely, hoping she wouldn't take him for a sneak thief and fry him on the spot.

The dragoness smiled down at him, a toothy playful smile not unlike that a cat might give a cornered mouse. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you. I just have been so lonely... I miss the company... I used to get a lot of visitors."

Keith swallowed, trying not to think about what might have happened to those past intruders.

"Don't worry," the dragon almost purred, "I'm not going to eat you... Perhaps if I were not wearing such an imposing form..." she seemed to consider this, "Wait for me."

Keith hadn't finished exhaling the breath he had taken in when she spoke before the dragon disappeared. Not moved of into another cave, or surround by a cloud of smoke, but really disappeared. One moment she was there, the next she was gone, her only sign a cascade of treasure filling in where she had been laying. Keith looked around wildly, and so was still startled by a voice close beside him.

"Hello... You know I didn't catch your name darling."

Keith stared at the creature in front of him awestruck. She stood almost as tall as him, taller by four inches if you counted the horns. Her footpaws ended in golden claws, spread apart to balance on just the front of the foot. Her heel, strong calves and shapely thighs were covered on the outside by the same emerald green skin that flowed across her slightly bent back and caressed her neck and face. On the insides of her thighs and her stomach and, quite humanly shaped and very ample, breasts the skin was a soft yellow like fresh custard. She now had a mane of light green hair that thinned to a line of silken strands that ran all the way down her back and along her long serpentine tail to end in a flared tuff at the slowly flicking end.

"Keith." he said, sure that there was something more that he should say, but none the less captivated by this naked creature in front of him.

"Is this form more acceptable to you?" she asked, ruby eyes flashing flirtatiously.

"Quite." Keith managed, trying not to let his gaze drift down to between her legs, though he was suddenly very curious as to how much of her had taken on a human form.

"It's OK," she breathed, "I told you I'd been lonely..." she stepped forward, pulling one of his hands up to her ample breast, and squeezing lightly. Keith closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the sensation of her erect nipple against his palm. Though her skin had the odd smoothness of a snakes he couldn't feel any individual scales, and the nipple was soft as the skin of fresh peaches. Opening his eyes Keith pulled his hand back, if very reluctantly.

"I shouldn't," he began.

"You have a mate elsewhere?" she asked, almost pouting.

"No, that's not it, but I was just looking for a place to sleep..."

"If you sleep with me, I will make sure you are warm all night,"

"That's very nice, but"

"And I won't eat you." she added, running a claw up his chest to his throat. "If i'm satisfied that you did your best..." She trailed of uniting the lacing at his collar. Keith, vaguely thankful for the excuse to explore this exotic beauty while likewise frightened that he might not live up to her standards, allowed her to remove his clothes one by one.

Soon the two stood facing each other, Keith slicked by a light sheen of sweat drawn out by the nearness of the lava river, the dragon waving slightly from side to side, her tail twitching like a hunting cat.

"What should I call you?" Keith asked, as he ran his fingers lightly up her side, enjoying the shiver he drew forth.

"My name is Earthsbreath, but you can call me Erica."

"Erica..." Keith repeated allowing his fingers to flick across her neckline, than slowly drawing his hand down between her breasts. "I like that."

Erica didn't answer, she just leaned her head back and sighed happily, reaching back along his arm to hold onto his shoulders.

Keith pushed her hands back, ignoring the playful pout she threw back at him, and leaned in towards her chest. With one hand he cupped her left breast while the other rested on her thigh. Slowly he pumped and caressed her while he made his way to her nipple. Than, just as she started to moan softly for more, he squeezed hard and flicked his tongue across her other nipple. She tasted of salt and earth, and gasped as though she had just stepped into ice water. This time messaging her nipple with one hand, while vigorously licking the other he allowed his left hand to drift between her legs. As he brought his fingers up to her sex he was suppressed to find them already dripping hot, thick liquid.

"You have been lonely haven't you?" he moaned softly.

"Yes" she answered, her eyes still closed. "When a dragon mates it is a brief affair. Males of my species are not known for their gentleness, so we have to be well lubricated with little or no foreplay..." she struggled to continue her explanation, but Keith had slid one finger inside of her and she was having trouble standing. She was very sensitive.

Removing the offending hand Keith helped lower her to the floor before following, the stone warm beneath them. He could feel himself, already quite aroused, growing almost painfully harder as his own sex neared hers. He leaned back, enjoying watching her writhe at his touch, her tail lashing to the side of her, her long green and yellow legs flexing around him, her flexible neck turning her head almost as far as a birds. Her forked tongue licked in and out of her jaws, less like a snake tasting the wind, and more like a wolf relishing the hunt. Keith ran his fingers down from her tits, across her belly to between her thighs, than slowly pushed them apart. For a second he just looked at her lips, wet and soft between her legs, than leaned in and smelled her. The scent was heady, salty yet loamy like moist sandstone. He leaned in again, this time licking the outer lips with quick flicking strokes, enjoying the suppressed moan that resulted. Delicately he spread her lips with his fingers, than licked once, deeply and roughly all the way across to end with a quick lap around her clit. Erica screamed.

Keith stopped, startled, but the dragoness begged him to continue, arching her back in quick pumps and spreading her legs further. Keith didn't need any more invitation, and dove in with a veracity. He fingered her alternately between passionate strokes with his tongue. Each time he dug deeper until he couldn't reach any further. He stayed for a moment, allowing his tongue to flick from side to side inside of her and enjoying the heady mix of pheromones though they were making it hard for him to keep from cumming himself. As he licked she arched her back, lifting her hips off the ground, supporting them on her tail and on extended claws, so Keith didn't have to even bend over to reach her. He stayed on all fours, and rocked back and forth to push his tongue into and out of her. Keith continued to kneel and lapp up her juices, which seemed to be flowing with some veracity now. He could tell she was caught up in what he was doing, but still he was totally unprepared for her first orgasm. Than again, from the looks of it, so was she. Her eyes tightened shut, than shot opened, a look of utter shock on her face before her back shuddered, her tail collapsed, and she found herself supported by her legs over Keith's shoulders. She continued to shudder and keith continued to lick until she screamed, squeezed Keith's head, pumping her thighs reflexively and came. Her fluids pumped out of her in bursts, splashing Keith's chin even though he had withdrawn.

When she had calmed down keith lowered her slowly to the floor where she curled and stretched, apparently lost in her own ecstasy, running her clawed hands up and down her shining sides and reaching for Keith, her ruby eyes blazing with hunger. Keith's own cock was tight with arousal, and seemed to pulse in time to her hips reflexive rhythm. He crawled forward, licking quickly each nipple, each one summoning another shuddering near orgasm. Carefully he set the head of his penis on her thoroughly lubricated lips and slid just a little into her clenched slit. What resulted almost made him loose control. The dragoness arched her back again, her vaginal muscles tightening reflexively, at once pulling at him to enter deeper and pushing a wave of hot liquid out past him. As her juices dripped down off his balls and along his legs he shivered, clenching his eyes shut in effort not to cum immediately.

"Please!" she begged, pulling at him, trying to force him in deeper, but Keith held back.

He left just the cap in, moving in small shivering thrusts so that the ridge of his cockhead crossed in and out of her pulsing sex, each time with an audible slurp. He kept up the teasing until he felt her begin to shiver again. As her back began to arch he slid his considerable length all the way inside of her.

The dragoness screamed, and screamed, and screamed. He could feel her pulsing around him, waves of muscle drawing him deeper until he could feel her dripping directly against his sack, and he pushed. He'd draw halfway out of her and than pump all the way back in. Each time he pushed in he could feel some more of her hot wetness forced out over his legs, and he couldn't help but enjoy it. He held her thighs, and pulled her against him as he thrust, his hands sliding on the sex slicked smooth skin. She shivered harder and harder, until it seemed to be almost a seizure, than she stopped. Not in a calm relaxing of muscles, rather in a tightening so intense Keith was momentarily afraid that she might crack one of his ribs. Her vaginal muscles tightened just as dramatically, finally drawing an orgasm out of him.

Keith coughed out a strained "Gods!" as the two came together, human and dragon, one in an orgasm so intense that neither could feel anything but the fire of glorious ecstasy that coursed in their loins. With a moan so strained it came out as almost a squeal Keith pumped again, continuing his orgasm. Likewise Erica bucked, moaning so low as to be nearly a growl and came again... and again.

With her back arched, her body supported on her shoulders and by her tail, he continued to thrust into her. Even as his orgasm expelled himself, he continued and she continued to respond. Her mercilessly tight sex milking him greedily, he gasped for breath as he felt his erection sustained. Howling and thrashing, she began moving in serpentine waves, starting at her shoulders, he watched as her ample breasts bounced against her, the motion traveling sinuously up her body to culminate in a pounding thrust that forced her hips onto his, driving him to the hilt. Each thrust also brought another wave of her fluids, dripping over him and pooling under them.

Reaching behind her, Keith put his hands at her lower back, pulling her up against him. She let him lift her, falling forward over his shoulder, her breasts pressed against his face, she wrapped her arms around him. He felt her claws against his back, even as he nipped at one of her so sensitive nipples. Lifting her slightly, as he found her surprisingly light, and thrusting alternately he continued to drive himself into her. Licking and suckling on her nipples he alternated between one tight breast and the other.

Finally her felt her clench with near orgasm again. He felt her claws dig into his back, drawing shallow scratches across his taught muscles as she arches her back, letting out a roaring scream! Keith closed his eyes letting his own orgasm ripple through him for a second time, an explosion of hot seed splashing deep within her. Again and again she grinds down onto him, her whole body pumping and griping in feral expression of her ecstasy, and he in return emptied himself for her, exhausting himself.

With tunnel vision and near blackout Keith pulled out and leaned back against the cave wall, but the dragoness was not done yet. Still twitching, with both of their cum still flowing out of her she rolled over onto her stomach, balancing with her tail, to land with her muzzle in his lap. Keith protested weakly, but couldn't push her head away as she began to lick around his thighs. She started by lapping up her own juices, dripping down his legs, and than twirled her long tongue around his still somewhat hard, twitching cock and balls. Using her tongue alone she straightened him up and pulled him into her mouth were she sucked on him mercilessly, drawing the last weakly expelled bits of cum from him. She continued to suck on him until he was clean, and thoroughly drained. Finally letting him go, she watched as he settled back, exhausted, and promptly passed out...

Keith woke up near the mouth of the cave, ashes of a burnt out campfire the only vestiges of his nights stay. Groggily he looked around, trying to tell if his interlude with the dragoness had been anything more than a travel-weary dream. The back of the cave was a solid wall. No passage, no cave of jewels. Keith could almost convince himself that it had all been a dream, despite the scratches along his back and legs (could have been thorns, or sharp rocks from the nights sleep) and his loins soreness (could have just been the dream), but on top of his backpack was a coin the size of his fist. The face showed a sleeping dragon with vaguely green scales...

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