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The small village was hardly even worth noting with a point on the map. Located at the bottom of a valley between a pair of opposing mountain ranges, the only reason it was marked at all was due to the fact it happened to be located along the only roadway through these treacherous hills. The forest grew thick on all sides, and the steep slopes of the mountains ensured that most of the village was in shade throughout the day, save for a few hours around midday when the sun was high enough in the sky to shine directly down upon the collection of motley homes and the few small businesses that relied on the trader caravan's coming and going to keep themselves afloat.

The dragon checked his map once more, just to make sure this was in fact the small town he believed it to be. Considering the absence of any other hovel, hamlet or hidey-hole for miles in either direction, it would seem that he was in the right place at least. His green scales glinted in the midday light, mostly concealed below the battered and grime-covered set of plate mail armour he wore. An unfortunate incident a few days ago on this very road involving a very perturbed gryphoness and her much less happy to see anyone in his territory mate that had come to blows had seen to him needing to have the suit repaired, and the nearest smith to his location had been in this village.

Still, at least he looked better than the feral beast had afterwards. Hefting his pack onto his shoulders, Isaias set off towards the cluster of buildings, smoke rising in great chimney's above homes and hopefully, the blacksmiths. It was still a ways off, but having it in his sights, he moved with a renewed determination to continue his journey, and an even greater drive to find himself a tavern and a good meal!

The first impression that the dragon had of the small town was... Quaint. The houses and roads had been constructed seemingly at random intervals, not at all like the cities he had visited, and often were made of a mix and match assortment of materials, from rough cut stones to bricks and thatch roofs, nothing quite seemed to match. Even the smith's hut had been a small wooden structure, with a stone side section containing his forge haphazardly built onto the end of the home.

He shook his head, golden irises and slitted pupils disappearing behind his eyelids as he blinked. What a funny place indeed. Still, the man had been agreeable enough, and had pointed him in the direction of the local tavern where he could find food and board for the night until his armour was ready come morning. It was easy enough to find; Located at the very middle of the village, and also being the only building with a large tankard affixed to the sign out front, it would have been hard to miss.

The large wooden door way creaked loudly as he pushed it open, stepping into the darkened interior. Scattered around the large room were an assortment of tables, curiously as mismatched as the rest of the village seemed to be, though a few suspicious stains and the odd broken length of wood lent explanation as to what had happened to all of the matching pieces. He took a few steps tentatively inside, thumping the back of his mailed fist down on one of the tables, knocking loudly.

"Hello?" He called out, his eyes quickly adjusting to the dim interior. Aparently, midday was not the busiest time of day for this particular establishment.

"Helloooo?" He tried again, before taking a few more steps inwards, exploring around the large fire pit situated in the center of the large common area. Reaching one hand down, he peeled off his gauntlet, letting his fingers run through the ashes of the charred wood. It was still warm, so somebody had been here not to long ago at least. He moved around it towards the bar at the end of the hall, righting one of the seats that had been knocked over and taking a seat.

"Oh! I'm sorry! We don't normally get customers at this hour!" Isaias turned his head quickly, searching for the source of the voice. After a moment, he spotted her, the willowy human girl napping on a chair in the corner of the room. She stood up quickly, making her best attempt at hiding that fact, but her long blonde hair was somewhat of a mess, that 'first thing in the morning' look clinging to the corners of her eyes.

She might have passed for a lesser noble woman in a different town and with some fine clothes, but of course, these days a few yards of silk and a good tailor could make anybody into a noble. Still, she wasn't painful to the eyes, and her voice had a certain sing-song quality to it that was agreeable enough, so he decided to ignore the poor service already; She could hardly be blamed in a place like this.

He rapped his fingers against the wood of the table, and the girl gave a quick curtsy, before quick-stepping over behind the counter, wiping off a small area before him. "What can I get for you?"

He set a few gold coins down atop the counter with a heavy clunk of the dense metal rounds, and the girls eyes lit up like she had just laid eyes on the king's own crown. "I need a room for the night, as well as food and drink 'till tomorrow when I leave." He stated simply, and the girl quickly pocketed the new found wealth, probably more coin than she saw in even the best season of traders coming through.

"Of course! Anything at all I can get for you, just name it and it's yours sir!" She stammered in a blur of words, bowing to him repeatedly. He flicked his paw dismissively, giving a quiet grunt. Small town folk, commoners... Toss them a few coins and they'd call you 'Your Majesty' if you asked them too.

"For now, an ale, some bread, and somewhere I might stow my things and rest will suffice." He rolled his neck, almost boredly. This would no doubt be like every other roadside inn and home he had been forced to stay in on his travels. So long as she didn't bother him too much, or try to squeeze any more coins from his purse, the night might be half bearable.

She nodded and quickly went about getting a fire organized, and a pot of stew going with supplies she pulled from a storage room to the rear of the building, before she poured him a hearty measure of ale from one of the caskets against the wall, and set it down in front of him. Lukewarm, poorly brewed, and lacking any describable flavor that would possibly resemble something one might actually wish to ingest, he swallowed the brew regardless; The alcohol might help him fall asleep quicker so he could avoid any further disappointments.

The stew was similarly bland, devoid of most seasonings and with too much salt, but he finished it quickly, and retreated to the small room off to the side that the girl had given him the key to, locking the door behind himself. He stripped off his clothing, feeling somewhat too exposed without his armour, and folded it neatly before setting it in the corner, and laying down on the bed provided. To his surprise, it was actually lined with sheeps wool, and more comfortable than he had come to expect. He let his eyes drift closed, folded his paws underneath his head, and nodded off.

Isaias awoke to the sound of loud bantering and a glass breaking outside of his room, the Dragon irritably cracking one eyelid open just enough to look at the streaks of light on the wall, cast between the cracks in the door and wall from the fire pit roaring beyond. He growled, his annoyance quickly growing at the unceasing commotion mere feet away from where he was trying to sleep. Grunting, he pulled himself upright and fetched his clothes, redressing himself and strapping his knife to his waist before he shoved the door open.

Perhaps, it had been just a touch louder than he had intended for it to be, but it certainly helped to make his presence felt. The tavern fell almost entirely silent, the mix of anthro and human occupants all looking over at the incredibly infuriated dragon who had just stormed from the guest room. He cast his gaze about, making it well known just from his glare that he wasn't to be messed with, and that the volume would go no higher while he was present. Marching over to the bar, he cleared it with a growl, suddenly finding he had his pick of seats to choose from.

Behind the counter, the human girl from earlier looked utterly embarrassed, and without a word, she poured him a glass of ale and set it down before him, not making eye contact with him at any point in the exchange. He let out an amused grunt, before downing the tankard in a single, long draught, the glass thunking heavily as he set it back down on the counter.

"You know..." He began, fixing his gaze on the small human girl, her face turning just enough so that she could regard him from the corner of her eyes. "I paid good coin for this room, and I dare say like everything else, it's been quite disappointing so far. No doubt the gold I gave you will more than make up for a night of lost business. Close up early, and then come to see me." He growled, leaving no room for question in his tone of voice. Standing up to his full height, the dragon looked the barmaid over with a barely suppressed huff. Perhaps she wouldn't disappoint like everything else here...

Isaias returned to his room while the stupefied girl cleared the common room, ushering everybody out and back to their homes before barring the door until morning with a loud thump of the crossbar falling into place. He sat on the edge of the bed, waiting until she was finished closing the place up, and once more, blessed silence reigned the now empty rooms. Her footfalls were quiet, nervous and timid like a frightened mouse as she approached his room.

"Enter." He called out before she even had reached for the handle, the shy girl pushing her long hair back over her shoulders as she stepped across the threshold into the dragon's lair, so to speak.

"You know, of all the taverns I have stayed in, this is probably by far the worst to date. Poor food, poor ale, poor beds... You know, it almost adds up to this being a very poor place to stay, but perhaps if the entertainment is good, I might return on my way back through these parts. Do you understand?" He asked her, and reveled in the almost shocked look on her face as she comprehended just what he was getting at.

At first, pat of her was disgusted, but then she thought of the pocket full of gold coins she had, and what that kind of money could do for a 'poor' place like this. Hell, if she wanted, she could even move away and still have enough to live comfortably for a long time yet. She scrunched up her face, biting her lip with indecision before she nodded, bowing her head.

"Good. Now strip yourself and let me see what I have to work with here. Chop chop, if you wish to see any more of that coin you clearly so desire. Perhaps when I'm done you'll simply be desiring for me to return more than the gold." He chuckled, a low, deep bass rumble echoing from his chest. She did as he commanded though, slowly removing the apron and top covering her torso, before sliding her pants down around her ankles and kicking them off to the side. She kept her eyes on the floor, cheeks flushing red as the dragon examined her from top to bottom, pacing in a slow circle around her bare figure.

"Hmmmm..." He seemed to be critiquing her with those golden eyes, running them across every inch of her exposed flesh, examining her as an alchemist might examine a plant, taking in every detail as he went. Her rear was firm and shapely, as were her breasts, and at a glance, he could tell she was younger than she had first appeared at the bar. Her skin was unmarred, unblemished by the sun and age, the tight, softness of youth still clinging to her. He slit was marked by just the faintest patch of pubic hair between her thighs, and Isaias let a single claw run over the side of her hips and across the girl's lower back as he continued pacing around her.

Still, she did well; She made no attempt to hide herself from him, nor did she recoil at his touch like so many inexperienced girls might have. Even those he had paid in past had been somewhat.. hesitant, with the dragon. He could have easily put a human male to shame, and his height seemed to make him seem all the more imposing when you were standing naked before him.

"Hmm. You'll do. Lay on the bed girl." He gave the order with a flick of his tail, the tip catching her on her exposed rear just firmly enough to make her squeak in surprise and get a move on, the female laying herself on her back across the sheets, looking up at him with a mixture of fear and nervous excitement.

The dragon stripped himself quickly enough, tossing his clothes haphazardly back into the corner before standing himself at the edge of the bed, looking the small female over once again. "Prepare me, girl, and don't dawdle about it." He rumbled in such a way that made the little bar girl's hair stand on end, and she sat up, head level with his groin. She looked at him for a few moments confusedly, not sure what to make of the reptile's anatomy.

"Uhmm... How do..."

Isaias rolled his eyes, sighing. "Haven't you ever been with a man before girl?"

She shook her head no. That surprised him. Most of the time, the girls at these taverns were just as eager to sell their ale as they were their asses, so it was something of a surprise that she was admitting that. He chuckled. That would just make this all the more interesting for her then.

"Use your hands and your mouth. Reptiles have a slit that it stays within when we're not using it..." He took her paws in his own, leading her to where his genital slit his his dragonhood within, making slow rubbing motions until she had the hang of things. His length swelled and bulged from his slit quickly enough, the tapered length of dragon meat sliding free from between his scales and messily dripping his body's natural lubricants across the inexperienced girl's palms as she stroked at him.

She wasn't the best he had ever experienced, but for having no idea whatsoever, she certainly was far from the worst girl he'd ever had to instruct in pleasing him. He rolled his head on his shoulders, drawing out his breaths as her fingers worked along the ridged girth of his prick. Her lack of experience made it almost frustrating at times, but it did add a certain element of thrill to the moment, knowing that she had never even likely seen another male naked.

A low growl built in his throat, gradually growing until it was a loud, steady rumbling, the female's soft fingertips working over his growing flesh until he was at full mast, and more than ready to get to the main event. He gently pushed her paws away from his arousal, ignoring the questioning look she gave him as he pushed her back down onto the bed.

"Relax... Most women's first times aren't with Dragons." He teased her, letting the imposing length of his maleness bob freely in the space in front of her as he climbed atop the female, his hips probing at her own and leaving long, smearing trails of preseed across her flat belly and stomach. Oh, just how he imagined it would look in the coming months when she grew gravid and swollen with his clutch... The poor girl probably hadn't even considered that it was even a possibility, but she was young, and ripe, and naive to the ways of the world and those of men.

He rocked himself above her before she finally got the hint, and reached down between their bodies, taking a hold of his dragonhood and tilting it down just enough that the tapered tip slid messily between the exposed folds of her virgin womanhood. She gave him a slightly concerned look, shivering nervously.

"Will it hurt?"

Isaias grinned, flashing his sharp teeth down at the bar girl beneath him. He hadn't even asked her name. He didn't intend to. "Only for a moment..." he assured her, and she relaxed visibly. That was when he struck, pulling himself back just enough to properly align his rigid shaft with the girl's tight, untouched entryway, before he thrust home, tearing away her virginity and making a woman proper of the girl, not stopping until two thirds full of his thick dragon meat were buried within the unwitting girl, entirely oblivious to the dragon's real desires.

She cried out sharply, biting her lower lip as pain lanced through her like a thousand dagger points before it quickly subsided, though the dragon gave her no time to adjust to the new sensations that were racing along her nerves. All he felt was the pleasure of the moment, that first dive into new, untouched territory, and the tight clenching of her body around him as she instinctively tried to deny him passage any further.

She had given him an inch though, and he entirely planned on taking a mile before the night was over, and without hesitation, set into a rhythm of short, rapid thrusts, forcing her closer and closer to taking him in his entirety. She gasped, pushing at his chest halfheartedly as if to beg him to slow down, but he took no heed of her quiet gasps; Soon enough, they would turn from one sort to another, and then he would have her, just like all the rest.

His paws pushed down on her shoulders, forcing her to remaining in the position she was as he pounded into her, unable to escape. All the while, she simply kept reminding herself just how much better things would be once this was over. She could move, she could escape, she could do anything. Little did she know she'd be doing none of those things as soon as she began to show...

All the while, she was entirely unaware of the consequences that this one night would have for her, even as she began to moan and lightly rock her hips back against the dragon breeding her. She had of course, heard all of the girls in the town gossiping about their first times, but none of them had dared venture outside of their respective species. She would be the first to have taken that step, and that knowledge made her body react to the thrill it gave her.

That made it all the easier on Isaias, the slickness her body produced around him only adding to the pool of lubricants leaking from his tip and around the base of his length each time he hilted within her, the dragon bottoming out within the tight female. His tip battered against her cervix like a spear point, each time trying to find that sweet spot in the center of the clenched shut muscle that would give him that final push to her womb where his clutch would grow within their unwitting mother.

He rumbled dominantly, putting more force behind his thrusts as he tried to force his way deeper still, the little human female under him crying out with pleasure, her eyes clenched shut tightly. Instinctively, he leaned down, taking her shoulder between his teeth in a mating bite as his internal testes churned, readying to fire a fresh batch of dragon cream into her waiting egg chamber.

The bar girl gasped out when he finally gave one last almighty shove of his hips, powering into the defenseless female and pressing the very tip of his dragonhood past her cervix, the entire length of his maleness throbbing and pulsing as his climax began in earnest. Thick, creamy wads of dragon seed poured into her very core, filling her womb with the promise of new life and a fresh clutch of eggs in the future.

She was entirely oblivious to the dragon's intent as he filled her, focusing entirely on the bliss and warmth that blossomed from within her, the barely adult girl's body spasming and tightening as she experienced her first orgasm, unknowingly committing herself to the fate the dragon had in store for her. She quivered under him, her body twitching and shuddering uncontrollably as the influx of endorphins flooded her nerves.

When she had calmed enough to get her breathing under control and her pulse back to normal levels, she found the dragon pulling himself out of her with a messy sounding shlurp, a torrent of their intermingled sex juices pooling on the blankets between her thighs. It's be another mess she'd need to clean later, but for now, she didn't care. She only truly opened her eyes to look at the dragon when she heard him buckling his belt, already mostly re-dressed.

Isaias gave her a longing look, a broad smirk across his lips. The way he looked at her was... Strange, and it gave her an odd feeling in her gut as he reached for the door handle, clearly planning on making his escape.

"Well, I stand corrected. You provided a most entertaining night indeed, but I'm sure you won't mind if I get on my way. After all... You've a lot of planning to do here in the next nine months, broodmother."

He left her sitting there on the bed, looking down at the milky white mess between her legs, the first of her ripe ova already well along the way to being claimed by his virile dragon seed.