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Wow. I haven't posted a story in almost a week. That has to be fixed. Like, right now! With my weekend being shared between my family and Easter, I didn't have as much time as I would've liked to work on my commissioned works. I needed something quick. Something manageable. Something fun!

So I wrote a blitz story based on Starlight Nova's kinks. Why is it called a blitz story? Because it's pretty darn fast! I churned this little project out in little than under two hours. I hope you'll like this short draconic encounter between a female human and her trusty drake!

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Lagertha returned tired and sweaty from her training. She could almost see the plate before her, steamy from all the broth and meat laid inside its clutch. She quickened her strides, following the boisterous voices coming from one of the better maintained houses. Her extended family always had a habit of cleaning while she was absent.

They also had the habit of eating earlier, and feasting on the best morsels.

Largertha flung the door open. Six pairs of eyes stared at her. The seventh darted towards the window. A finger followed. Then a high pitched scream.

"Maaa! Dragon's being loud again!"

That was Gareth, her firstborn. Barking louder than a dog with nothing to prove.

"So? Can't you eat and ignore him?" Largertha threw her shield behind the door and removed the wolf furs from her heated body. She sweltered inside her cotton shirt.

"Come on, 'gertha. Hard to ignore your beast when he's tearing his throat out. Poor thing's roaring like a hundred spears pierce his hide."

"He's just growling. Dragons tend to do that, father."

The old man shook his head, beard dancing left and right. "Don't give me that look. Do something about it, girl."

"I just came home!" Largertha gritted her teeth. She bent over to unlatch her leather shoes after stripping her sword, if only to escape all those dismayed stares. She never appreciated how thick her family was. Eight of them sat, grumbled, dug their spoons into the broth or ripped the bread apart, and not a single one of them moved a finger to calm the irritated dragon. None aside from Gareth, though that's where his initiative ended. At the tip of an underdeveloped, shaky finger.

"Gods, girl," mother's voice shook with disappointment. "Did I give birth to a sow?"

"Move yer lazy feet and calm yer beast, Gertha," her uncle intervened.

As if this couldn't be any worse, the dragon unleashed his first, full blown roar. The whole retinue covered their ears.

Lagertha didn't. She stormed out of the house and ran towards the dragon's pen. She stopped just in front of it, then threw the iron latch so hard to the side it came off in her hand. She threw it away, then kicked the door hard. Only the metal's screech was heard in the overflowing silence.

"Really?" Lagertha tilted her head.

The black dragon did the same, lifting his wings just slightly to impress. Witty beast, that one. He knew humans had a weakness for such defenseless poses.

Lagertha was particularly receptive to cute and harmless. With a great sigh, she walked towards her dragon.

"Why couldn't you remain silent when I was gone?"

The dragon snorted once, then took a shaky step back. Lagertha knew he felt bad for his obnoxious calls, so she quickened her strides. The dragon growled when he was backed into a corner. He turned his head around towards his lifting tail, flared his wings...

Then found his snout cupped between two caressing hands. He melted instantly. A warm puff of air left his flaring nostrils, pushing Lagertha's golden hair all the way to the back.

"It's alright. I hold no ire against you," she scratched along his chin. Even here, his scales were hard. Dragons were not made to be gentle. They had wicked claws, huge fangs, and tails that could break a whole house. Lagertha understood that, despite the pleasant hum reverberating from the beasts' throat.

"You are enjoying yourself a bit too much," she pulled back.

The dragon opened his fiery eyes. His blackened slits shrunk in the spilling light. Largertha stared into them, and yelped when the dragon's tongue darted across her face. She shielded her eyes just in time for his furious rubbing.

"Wait. Now is not the time to-"

Wings wrapped around her. Largertha stumbled back, into the paw that awaited her. The dragon secured his slender fingers around her and pushed his warm snout into her chest, whining affectionately.

"You missed me, I know, but-"

He growled a pitch higher.

"But that isn't all that you want," Lagertha continued.

The dragon prodded around her neck with the warm tip of his tongue.

"I'm soiled, hungry and tired, dragon. Even your delightful tongue will not wash that away," Lagertha grabbed around his head. "What do you want?"

Another lick. That, and the promise of the open sky.

Lagertha stepped aside when his clutch receded and washed a hand along his moistened nostrils. She liked how aggravated he became when he was touched there. She walked briskly while the dragon rubbed off the itch with a claw, returning with the heavy pelt of a bear. Her dragon inspected it briefly. Lagertha brushed off his tail and rubbed a wing joint. The dragon lifted it above her head.

"Gratitude," Lagertha worked the pelt between his neck spikes, then jumped onto his back. She had to slap him several times before he scrambled onto his fours.

"Fly, dragon!"

He ran until grass treaded under his paws, then roared as his broad wings flung him into the sky. Lagertha was grateful for her empty stomach. A lurch like that would have spilled everything she ate. Her black flapped his mighty wings, ascending above the village.

"Slower!" Lagertha slapped his neck while she held onto a neck spike with her other hand.

The dragon growled and steadied himself into a gentler glide.

Lagertha breathed a sigh of relief. She relaxed in her makeshift saddle and looked at the village rolling below her feet. Flying always felt tranquil when her dragon behaved.

He landed just at the foot of the BristleFang forest, looking expectantly under an upraised wing. When Lagertha jumped off, he grabbed the pelt, threw it with a savage shake of his head, then ran towards the cluster of trees, leaping like a huge, scaly, winged feline.

Lagertha did the same. She tried to remain serious, yet her lips always had a mind of their own. She fought hard to avoid smiling, scrunching her eyes or covering her mouth with a palm.

"Stupid dragon," she giggled. "Takes me away from my meal, forces me to wander alone on aching feet, and he still makes me smile like an oaf. That's unfair!"

A merry roar followed shortly after.

Lagertha settled against a tree. Steps approached. She waited breathlessly until the shuffling drew close enough, then emerged from her hiding with flailing arms and furious shouts. Her black dragon barely tensed. His cocked head was even lazier than his wings, safely tucked at the sides.

"Such a fierce beast you are," Largertha kicked at one of his onyx claws. "Why can't you snarl or roar at me?"

A nudge around her arm prompted a quick slap to the face. Lagertha flexed her empty hand and blinked. She became so used to the weight of a weapon that even her eyes had a hard time comprehending the situation.

"Don't be disappointed. We can still do something else."

She squeezed her mind for ideas, yet the dragon bested her. After insistent nudging, Lagertha agreed to walk and explore alongside him. Even on a growling stomach, Lagertha delighted in the song of the birds and the gentle breeze flowing along her skin. These woods felt like a second home to her. She knew the trees intimately, almost as well as she knew her dragon. A couple of years passed since Harbard, her uncle, showed up at her doorstep with a cracked egg. A dragoness from the FrostFangs laid too many eggs apparently, and Harbard saw it fit to liberate the female from her offspring while stripping his own coin in the process.

It was an unusual gift, a dragon. Lagertha remembered how much she hated the whelp after he hatched. He was like a stupid pup, eating and clawing everything. He stood in the path of her dreams to become a shieldmaiden until father pointed out how useful a dragon was.

Lagertha smiled. She saw her black in a different light after that revelation. Suddenly, he was no longer a useless wretch, but a majestic creature beyond what mere words could describe. She avoided branding him with a name for that very same reason. Dragons could soar high above the mountains, where no human ever treaded. Somehow, it felt unfit to fetter them with the weight of a name. They were free, and deserved to remain like that.

"Why did you remain at my side for so long, dragon?" Lagertha found herself asking as her mind drifted towards the times they spent together. "There is nothing bounding you to my village. To my family...or to me."

He walked three more steps, then stopped, looking at her with a pair of intelligent, flaming eyes.

"Is there a reason, dragon? A desire?" Lagertha paced around. "I look at you, and I see how unfit we are compared to your kin," she washed her hand along one of his front paws. When the dragon lifted it off the ground, Lagertha wrapped her fingers around one of his, feeling the soft scales and the warm pads underneath.

"Unlike you, we have no scales. No weapons, aside from what we craft. And no wings," she looked into the black's fiery eyes, pressing his paw tighter inside her grip. "Why, dragon? Why?"

His tail wrapped around his restless bulk. His paws shifted underneath, and his wings trembled with uneasiness. Lagertha rubbed his jaw. Soft, whining sounds vibrated under the scales. She was just about to inquire why when she caught a speck of pink protruding between the dragon's legs.

"You are still restless," she whispered and gently directed her dragon on his belly. "Lay down, so I can offer a proper touch."

He dropped with a whiny growl, wings spread on the sides, paws held above his chest. Lagertha straddled his neck and kneaded along the tough scales. She liked how smooth and warm they felt. With swift rubs she descended along his chest, where she caressed the dragon's restless paws, all the way to the curved tip of his claws.

He shivered and tensed, unable to contain his excitement. Lagertha turned upon his wings. Her palms wrapped on the meaty joint. The dragon suddenly growled, kicking at the air. That forced Lagertha to retreat into something hard and warm. She peeked over her shoulder, gasping over the dragon's restless whining. Half of his cock poked through his slit, already dripping with excitement.

"That is bothersome," she gritted her teeth, turning upon the dragon's creamy wings. "I will rid you of your restlessness, dragon. Just relax," she massaged around the soft membrane. "Think of the winds under your wings. Of how the warmth of the sun falls down upon your scales."

Of course, he could also think about how delightful it felt to bury his throbbing erection into a female's fertile lips. Not even three heartbeats later, the dragon jerked up. Lagertha fell upon his belly. His wings slapped the grass and his claws curled inwards, pressing tighter with the dragon's rising growl. Lagertha knew what was happening. She didn't need to hear the squirts splattering behind her, or feel moisture welling between her legs. She nimbly rolled to the side, catching her dragon just as he spurted another jet of cloudy fluid from his mace-like tip.

The smell of his essence made her lips twitch. It was intense and raw, just like the throbs wracking his member. It was fully out now, a stump of flesh with a bulged head riddled with many holes. Protruding ridges followed towards his slit, where his fleshy walls restlessly clenched around his thick base.

"By all the gods and their bastard sons...I have to suck your lust out, haven't I?" Lagertha didn't wait for his snarly growl. She stripped down to her bare skin and walked around her dragon. His eyes were wide with lust, and his nostrils aflame with the myriad of scents entering them. He stretched his neck towards her, only to have it slapped back onto the ground.

"I'll take care of this, dragon."

Lagertha moistened her hands on his fluid soaked scales and gently reached around the tip of his cock. The dragon followed her insistently, until he snarled out his delight. He was harder than stone, and warmer than a stove.

Lagertha bit her lip. Even after years spent together, she felt improper touching her dragon in such an intimate way. Her hands squeezed and grabbed around the bulge. Quick spurts of arousal fled the holes every time the flesh tensed inside her grip.

"Too much. I know" Lagertha hissed. She descended along the slime soaked cock, rubbing every protrusion on her way down. Even now her dragon couldn't remain still. He snapped at the air, cooling his raging lust with faint flaps of his wings.

Lagertha reached his slit. She sunk a hand inside the flesh and gripped the overly thick base with the other. She could hardly fit the dragon's whole size inside her grip. Not that she had to. Not a moment after, he thrust his restless erection upwards.

Lagertha dug inside his slit for balance. The contact spurred the male's restless arousal. He clamped quick and hard, throbbing restlessly. With no means to retrieve her hand, Lagertha leaned forward. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. The dragon's cock slammed between her breasts, hotter and slimier than anything she ever touched. Lagertha hugged the dragon's belly, trapping the restless cock under her. Hungering throbs assaulted it, summoning squirt after squirt of moisture. Lagertha kneaded inside the slit.

"Release, dragon. I know you're close."

His paws came from both sides at once. With a yelp, Lagertha found herself trapped inside the dragon's grip. He shoved her on her back, then dug that overly long and excruciatingly hot tongue between her moistened lips.

A choking moan escaped her throat. Her whole body tensed. She was never invaded so quickly and so rudely. The dragon pushed the deepest, filling her to the brim with that muscular tongue. His lips slurped her essence, while his snout continuously rubbed the slick fluid around her folds.

Overwhelming heat rushed across Lagertha's sweltering skin. She screamed out a feral cry as she unloaded her pent up lust. The dragon lapped her juices as soon as they came. He splattered his tongue in and out, rolling out the orgasm until she choked on her breath. That's when he finally pulled back.

Lagertha blinked. She felt warm and fuzzy, as if she just awoke from a dream. Then, she stared into the dragon's fiery eyes. He was looking at her. No. Not at her.

At the cock throbbing behind her.

"I'll give you your release," Lagertha pushed herself above his cock. She patted the dragon's paws until they loosened.

And then she lowered her cunt upon him, taking the whole bulge inside. It felt like molten fire seeping into her flesh. She moaned out loud in the throes of numbing weakness. With her legs giving in and her hands shaking uselessly, Lagertha fell hard upon the dragon's throbbing rod.

She screamed, and he yowled as his cock was embraced by the tightest shelter he braved during his whole life. Lagertha's eyes teared up instantly. Startling amount of pressure flooded her tunnel. Her flesh was pressed from all sides at once, forced to accommodate the dragon's humongous girth.

"Haaah!" She yowled, trying to yank herself out. "Too big...far too big."

The dragon cared not one bit. Spurred by his instinct to mate, he tensed and thrust deeper inside his female. He worked his cock in and out with squelching pushes, flooding the girl's pussy to the brim.

Lagertha's breath cut. She was stuck on the verge of the hardest orgasm of her life, but she couldn't release it. Not when such a startling amount of draconic cock blocked her passage. She forced herself up on her shivering feet. The pressure lessened, little by little. She saw more of the cock coming out, until she reached the tip.

That's when the dragon embraced her once again. Feral force forced her down, into the whole length of that thick, throbbing meat.

That did it for the lustful dragon. He threw his head back and roared, announcing his flooding climax.

Lagertha barely had time to prepare herself. Hot seed erupted inside her from all directions at once. She howled, collapsing under the surge of tremendous pressure. Spurt after spurt it came, each stronger than the last. Each hole spewed its own squirts, stimulating every part of her overly stretched sanctuary.

Lagertha released harder than she ever did in her life. She tightened and suckled her dragon for all his worth, working his seed inside her with every spasm. Roars were her reward, along with the dragon's desperate cry. For a beast that never mated, releasing inside a female must have been an overpowering experience.

And that was what the dragon when through. He forced himself to keep thrusting between spurts, but his own paws were weak and feeble compared to the hard throbs of his cock. He unleashed relentlessly. Milky seed overflowed along his trembling slit, stirring the rising smells of virility.

Lagertha scooped up the hot fluid and brought it to her head, where she sniffed and feasted on the bittersweet goo. This was what filled her. Enormous quantities of precious draconic seed. She forced herself into another orgasm just by thinking how thoroughly she was being impregnated by her dragon's life giving seed.

"Dr-dragon," she gasped out amidst her flaring pleasure. "I...I wish I could...bear your clutch."

She collapsed shortly after that. The strain of the mating was far too much for her exhausted body. She felt the hot seed flowing out of her, along with the dragon's warm licks. His tongue washed around her sweaty arm, while his teeth gently nibbled on her skin.

Lagertha hugged it fiercely, planting a loving kiss on that black, scaly snout. This is how she dreamed of her first time. Nestled in the loving embrace of her male, with his cock still spewing inside her. It might have been a lot bigger and fiercer than a man, yet her dragon filled her with more love and affection than anyone ever did.

Lagertha closed her eyes, allowing the overwhelming tiredness to wash over her.