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Step by careful step Lusamine made her ascent, her clawed feet finding easy purchase on the narrow mountain trail. Well, narrow for someone other than her. Her stature often presented her with challenges and opportunities for embarrassment in a world that seemed built for taller folk, but it was moments like this that the young priestess was glad she was a kobold. A path rutted my mountain goats might be a tricky trail for some, but it was practically a road for her.

She was keeping her eyes peeled, and her bow was strung and ready, but the further she want the more she doubted she’d have need of it. Her faith shielded her, of course, but her faith was also expressed by the blessed silver-tipped arrows she could bring to bear on anyone blasphemous enough to accost a servant of the Lunar Dragon. Still, even a weapon of last resort was a weapon worth having.

Her faith was one of piece, and it was tranquility that she’d been filled with after leaving the little hamlet of Crofter’s Rest. She’d been marked at birth, of course, her white scales and deep blue eyes the color of a sky at dusk marking her as favored by the Lunar Dragon, and she sometimes wondered if it was destiny that made her enjoy her calling so, or if she was just lucky. Last night’s service had been uplifting to her as well as to the gathered villagers, even though it would have seemed a simple and humble one to an observer.

She was still a very young initiate, and her duties were to wander along these little settlements that had no temple of their own, nor even a priest. Places like Crofter’s Rest had an altar in the village clearing, and a small chapel that housed the effigies of various deities in crude shrines. When a priest visited, the appropriate carving was brought out and placed on the shared altar and a sermon was delivered to the gathered men, women and children.

Of course, no deity of the sky would bless an enclosed temple, and even the greatest fanes to her Goddess had a large gap in the dome, to allow moonlight to bless the gathered congregation. But Lusamine loved preaching under the wide open sky, and her sermon had taken place under a waxing gibbous, with a few sparse clouds glowing in the silver light cast by the Lunar Dragon – her blessing to the world that drove the terror of night from men’s hearts.

Wispy clouds were quite a welcome sight, but this night would probably prove to be less… inspirational. The sky had been gray since before noon, and not even the brazen Sun had broken through. And if it wasn’t enough to be denied the sight of the Silver Wyrm traveling the night sky, it was looking more and more likely that the night would prove wet as well as dark. As dusk approached Lusamine wasn’t tired – like most of the priesthood she adjusted her diurnal rhythm to rise sometime before noon and go to sleep well after midnight.

She would have been rested enough to reach the little shrine near the summit – a humble holy site but one she wished to visit while she was in the vicinity. Lusamine took her faith seriously and a little hike in poor weather was a small price to pay for a deeper connection to her Goddess. But when the rain actually started to patter, Lusamine knew there was no chance of reaching the shrine that night. Not that it would be particularly rewarding to pray without the moon shining down upon her bathing her in the presence of her deity. Instead her thoughts turned to more secular matters, that is to say somewhere she could stay dry. Tomorrow she’d continue her ascent, after praying for clear skies. Some people might have viewed the cave she’d found as a stroke of luck, but since she was on somewhat of a pilgrimage, the kobold priestess chose to view it as a blessing of the Lunar Dragon, one that she wasn’t about to ignore.

The cave proved to be inhabited, as far as she could tell. It looked like it went on for a while, but Lusamine didn’t wander far from the mouth of the cavern. She set her staff against the wall and uttered a quick cant, after which the crystals adorning it filled the stony space with a soft silvery radiance much like the moonlight denied her by the heavy rain clouds.

She was tired and sleep beckoned, but there were other needs to see to first. She’d had little privacy in the village and being celibate meant that she had no choice but to sate her needs privately. The white-scaled priestess divested herself of her traveling gear and finally her robe, standing naked and almost glowing as the opalescent scales covering her caught the silvery light. Although not tall or leggy she was happy with her figure and the modest but nubile curves so clearly on display now that she stood as naked as the day she was born.

True, she would never share them with anyone and only her own hands would know the softness of her feminine charms, but vain as it seemed she still liked feeling beautiful. She was, of course, beautiful to her deity. She let thoughts of the Lunar Dragon fill her mind, more intimate than her usual meditations. Priestesses like her were allowed to sate their bodies’ needs themselves, and were encouraged to think about their patron as they did. And while the Lunar Dragon was more often portrayed as a dragoness, in moments like this Lusamine tended to envision a male avatar. They were “his” brides after all, even though they wouldn’t know his touch during their mortal lives. So rather than being unfaithful by imagining scenarios that might lead them astray and tempt them to carnal sin, they were instructed to join with the Silver Wyrm on a higher spiritual plane, sharing their passion with their deity as their hands deftly gave the flesh what it needed.

Because it was… easier… Lusamine chose to envision an apparition of her deity here in the cave with her as she ran a dainty hand across her wet slit. She imagined a body, not ungainly but of an imposing stature, bigger than her own. Serpentine, sensuous yet unmistakably masculine in more ways than the obvious, each scale gleaming not a milky white like her own but with the sheen of polished sterling silver. The hands touching her, both the messy mound and a firm young breast were now not her own, but His, and her touch became firmer to simulate what she thought a male’s touch should feel like. The rain was falling down hard now, the patter of drops disguising the patter of her own heart, the wet noises of water hitting leaves drowning out the wet noises her fingers were making as they gently stirred her sex.

She was safe here, led to this cave by her Goddess’ grace, the deity who rewarded her devotion with her protection. He wasn’t going to let his priestess get soaked to the bone and shiver from cold in the dark night. Nor was he going to let her be lonely in some cave when she needed to be touched. He’d led her here and he was even now visiting her, in her mind’s eye if not in person.

As Lusamine laid her pale body down, she envisioned Him gently laying her on her back, his gleaming serpentine body following her down. She couldn't feel his weight on her, of course, but that was to be expected. Her God was being considerate of her petite mortal form and not simply laying down on top of her. He was, after all, so much bigger than she was, he had to be gentle! But possessive… she was his, and he was letting her know it, his hands roaming her body with the brazenness born of familiarity.

Lusamine’s breathing was getting harder and her flaring nostrils could catch the scent filling the cave, the sweet musk of her heat made obscenely prominent by the moisture-laden air in the cave. In her imagination it wasn’t her nostrils flaring, but those of the Lunar Dragon’s avatar, signaling her most utter and intimate submission to her God. She wasn’t a priestess at this moment, she was an offering, and her God had accepted her.

A shuddering moan escaped her lips as the fantasy ran away from her, turning her dull clawed fingers into the firm, slick flesh of a male, a leaking tapered tip catching between the plump white folds of her sex and pushing in. Her fingers had, of course, stopped once they encountered her maidenhead, but in her mind her lover didn’t. They were mating on a higher plane of existence after all, and there were no inconvenient membranes to stop her God from claiming her, taking what she’d long ago promised him.

She was gasping as she imagined a male truly pushing in as deep as her waifish body would allow, conquering her as she lay under the silver-scaled bulk, helpless to do more than writhe. Her hand worked on its own, a testament too many nights spent fulfilling her body’s needs while remaining pure. But her thoughts were tossed by a sea of wild passion, of a fierce mating between herself and the Lunar Dragon. She was his, body and soul, and he was making sure she felt it, her mind supplying the masculine groans and growls while her own needy noises echoed clearly in the cavern she was writhing in. Fingers pinched and tugged on a hard, rubbery nipple, her steamy cleft soaking the paw working busily between her trembling thighs.

Release, sweet and rapturous, was within reach of the whimpering kobold but Lusamine didn’t reach for it. It wasn’t she was denying her body what it needed, but rather her divine lover. The Silver Wyrm was pushing her beyond mortal limits, to the heights of ecstasy unreachable by simple vulgar coupling of flesh. It was done out of love, but displayed his dominance over her. Through him she would achieve release, and no other way. Her moans were a prayer, an intimate plea that transcended words. And just as she thought she might break, her God answered her prayer.

The priestess’ toes curled and her shapely thighs closed shut, trapping her hand that was curling within her gushing sex, palm pressed against the little pearl hidden at the top of her slit. She rolled over onto her side and could hear her thick tail thumping the ground as it shook and thrashed, her vision melting away as her mind lost the capacity to either think or fantasize. She could feel her hips bucking against her hand, coaxing as much stimulation as she could to keep riding that high. Eventually the sound of her blood pounding in her ears was replaced by the steady patter of raindrops and her attention returned to the cave.

Her little interlude had been particularly intense, and she’d certainly dared more than she ever would at a rented room in a thin-walled inn. The cave actually felt warmer even though it was her exertions that were to blame. Exhaustion was rushing to claim her and Lusamine knew it would be prudent to put her robes back on, but instead she just curled up and drifted off, lulled by the patter of the rain.

*******

In spite of having relieved her tensions, her dreams were predictable and quite frankly enjoyable. And who was to say they were just dreams, and not a visitation from her deity to one of her pledged brides and faithful clerics? The sounds that roused here were not exactly loud - the crunch of limestone rubble under something heavy, but without the rain to disguise them they were clear enough to drive sleep away. And as her eyes focused, terror served to fully wake the priestess.

Her scream froze in her throat at the sight of the sinuous body slithering forward, cobalt blue scales glimmering in the silvery radiance of her staff which had flared in response to her panic. The eyes boring into her were pale-gray, each with a sinister slit narrowing in the now lit cave. Beyond the eyes was the crown and fringe of parchment-pale horn, a long, powerful neck connecting the head to the rest of the dragon’s body. But unlike the Silver Wyrm, this was an earthly dragon, a clever but still dangerous beast.

She knew she’d made the mistake by not looking deeper into the cave. Many people thought that a dragon’s mountain eyrie had a wide, gaping mouth so that the wyrm could fly in and out with ease. The truth was that a dragon could fold its wings very tight against its body, like this one was doing now. Once they did that, they possessed the sinuous grace that was the birthright of most reptiles, and could slither through cracks with ease and grace. Many a novice dragon-slayer had passed by the entrance to a wyrm’s lair never suspecting the beast could fit through it. She could see the teeth of the dragon glinting, but thankfully its powerful jaws remained clenched shut. She knew that if it was hungry she’d be dead already. It was close enough to lunge, but seemed curious about this intruder into its lair.

As it emerged Lusamine tried to calm herself and examine the beast padding around her. The body of the dragon was no larger than that of a horse, but the drake had a long neck and longer tail which made him seem even bigger, and once his wings unfurled he would seem enormous even though the body had a sinuous grace to it. But it was the short horns arrayed in a crown and a sparse fringe along the back of its jaw that marked him as an adolescent. Size aside, a grown dragon would have a more impressive rack.

The eyes remained trained on her, unblinking as he wyrm circled, his nostrils flaring as the huge lungs dragged in her scent. The dragon's seemingly innocent interest in her made Lusamine feel somewhat safe, but that notion wouldn’t last long. It occurred to her that after her dreams and her handiwork before that there was a very distinct aroma to the cavern they were in, and a glance between the dragon’s haunches made it clear the dragon had not only caught the scent but recognized it.

A new fear gripped the kobold priestess’ guts, twisting them as her eyes caught sight of the reptilian slit parting, a glistening purple length pushed out of the drake’s body in response to the musk of a fertile female. She drifted closer to her robes and staff, gauging the wyrm’s reaction. He wasn’t alarmed and continued to stare and sniff as he circled her. Lusamine doubted her bow could have pierced those cobalt scales even if there was a hope of her drawing and knocking an arrow in time. Her dagger was even less of a threat to the blue drake. Her only real hope was grabbing her things and making a run for the thick greenery covering the mountain’s slopes.

She’d managed to pick up her possessions, but realized her mistake too late. In circling her, the dragon had moved to block the entrance to the cavern and seemed clever enough to know that he was cutting off the scared female’s escape route. She dared a few tentative steps toward him but the teeth flashed and the wings unfurled with the snap of a sail catching a sudden gust of wind.

One beat of the wings was enough to send a shower of dust and pebbles hurtling at Lusamine, the debris hitting her face just before the full force of the gust knocked her back. By the time she blinked the dust away, the blue drake was looming over her, nostrils flared and wings framing his hunched form. For a second she worried if she’d roused his anger or his appetite, but from where she was laying one glance lower than the dragon’s bared teeth had her staring at the fully unsheathed draconic erection. His intent was obvious, and even though he didn’t seem intent on killing her the white kobold was still fighting terror. Aroused by the scent of her heat-swollen sex, the drake seemed willing to ignore the differences in size and species, and wasn't likely to understand the significance of her oath of celibacy.

Gravel crunched under the beast's paws as it inched closer, nostrils flaring until the muzzle was close enough for Lusamine to feel the heat of his exhalations against her scales. Prone and on her back, she clenched her legs together, trying to deny the wyrm access to what he was obviously interested in. The drake wasn’t deterred, and seconds later was pushing the tip of his blunt blue muzzle into the little cleft at the top of the white priestess thighs.

Lusamine whimpered as the dragon exhaled, only air but so hot against such a sensitive part of her that it might as well have been flames. She was ashamed to say that it certainly had that effect on a part of her body that no one but her had gotten near to. The dragon sniffed and huffed a few times before the jaws opened and a long tongue snaked out and pushed between her legs.

It was either madness or courage that had the whimpering kobold trying to push the huge head away, but the dragon didn’t even acknowledge the tiny hands struggling against his muzzle. He’d gotten his first taste of her, his tongue confirming what his nose had told him - a female in heat. The tiny priestess could feel her body respond the stimulation that she’d denied it, no matter the fear and revulsion holding her mind in its grip. And as the dragon lapped at the moisture produced by her own sex, she could see the tapered tip of his purplish member leaking an almost syrup-thick liquid on the cave floor.

The priestess tried clamping her thighs shut as hard as she could, but there was enough of a gap just below her slit for the powerful, slick draconic tongue to slip in, filling her mind with revulsion and fear and her loins with desperation to feel what she’d denied herself. If the drake noticed her distress, he didn’t seem to care for it. His sense of smell, taste and his instinct all insisted the female in front of him was ready to mate.

She tried to squirm away, scooting back and away from him in a panic but the young dragon lunged, planting hi forelimbs on either side of Lusamine’s head as his bulk towered above her. The ventral ridges were a lighter blue, only serving to better accentuate the purple shaft now dripping the thick pre over her thighs. Neither the ridges nor the thick scales could hide the way muscles along the sinuous body were twitching, the drake barely controlling his urge to drive that terrifying cock somewhere soft, tight and wet.

He was young enough that the terrified kobold wasn’t sure if he’d ever mated, even though he was obviously mature enough to do so. But even if he had, experience in mounting a feral dragoness wouldn’t have helped much with the tiny female he was aiming to cover now. His hips lowered as he squatted awkwardly, encouraged a little when he managed to bring his shaft down to rest on top of the priestess’ white-scaled belly.

Lusamine tried to swallow past a lump in her throat, paralyzed by the sight and the sheer weight of the maleness resting on her body, making smears across her scales as the rake covering her bucked, trying blindly to stab his tapered tip into the sweet-smelling sex he could no doubt still taste on his tongue. He was too high, the tip so far along her body that his next spurt hit the underside of the kobold’s right breast.

There was no longer any illusion in her mind that this would end without the dragon achieving release and spilling his seed, but if she was lucky Lusamine might yet keep her virginity and thus her holy vow. Her legs were shaking even as she raised them up, keeping them folded as she closed her thighs around the purple rod. There was a long, low growl emanating from the barrel chest just above her as the drake felt her soft inner thighs squeezing around him, and the next few thrusts were promising enough to make the kobold think she’d tricked him.

The purple shaft twitched and sprayed the thick draconic pre across her chest, the sharp, masculine scent of the hot streaks filling her nose and masking her own sweet musk. She could feel her own sex drool, pressed as it was along the underside of the drake’s member. It was humiliating, but it would serve to slick the length up, hopefully making the male confuse the smooth scales of her inner thighs for the velvety walls of her sex. He probably wouldn’t last much longer, and even though he wasn’t looking forward to the tapered tip thrusting towards her face erupting and dousing her with the drake’s load, she held out hope that after he was done his interest would wane along with his erection and she’d manage to slip free. With that in mind, she started squeezing and rubbing her thighs together, trying to ignore the way her body was responding to the feel of the cock sliding along her increasingly messy cleft.

She’d take the dragon’s growls to be indications of his mounting lust, but his thrusts were becoming increasingly agitated, and in spite of the mess he was making of the tiny white body trapped under him, he seemed no closer to climax. Finally his hips pulled back far enough to drag his shaft out of the embrace of Lusamine’s thighs, his hips resuming the stabbing motions against her exposed rear. Before Lusamine could lower her legs or try to pull her tail up a lucky stab drove the tip between her swollen folds, and as her eyes shot open all hope of outwitting the drake fled.

With a bestial shove and a triumphant roar the rake bucked and pushed in as far as he could go, claiming the screaming female under him. Pain stabbed through her along with the purple rod, and panic followed closely. Her body clenched at the sudden and agonizing intrusion into untouched parts, the sting of her torn maidenhead lost in the pain of a tiny body conforming to a violent penetration. As she got her breathing under control she got a grip on herself. Things were hurting back there, but she was a healer and could tell that nothing but her hymen had gotten torn.

It wasn’t much of a relief, but it was a sign that she could actually survive this bestial coupling. She tried to breathe deep, to force herself to relax. She couldn’t fight this, but she could make things worse for herself by trying. The shove had been enough to push her a little along the floor until the drake moved one foreleg to keep her steady. She could see his abdominal muscles twitching, his growl now unmistakable as that of a male savoring his conquest. Her own belly showed a clear bulge where the purple rod forced her body to stretch around the invading flesh.

It was too much - the fear, the despair, and the damnable instinct insisting that on some level she should be enjoying this. She knew that she could, that in spite of the obscene size of her mate the spell was keeping her from enduring harm. She could just surrender to instinct, the same way the drake was doing as he began to hump against her. For a moment she heard it - the siren call coming from her own speared loins, the promise of simple carnal pleasure to be had from the physical act of male coupling with female. She listened for a moment before revulsion brought her back to her senses.

This was not only a bestial act - an animal mounting her without any regard or tenderness - but also a violation of her vows. She felt a need to pray, to feel the presence of her Goddess but didn’t dare. She was mortified by the idea of anyone seeing her whimpering under the humping drake, let alone the Lunar Dragon. She would pray, she would beg her deity for forgiveness later, once the beast mounting her was… done.

She had no idea how long that would take. A general rule of nature was that prey species mated quickly, because while coupling they were vulnerable to predators. But no one save dragonslayers prayed on dragons, and she’d heard more than once the melded cries of two wyrms in the wild throes of fierce rutting, uncaring if the whole world heard them or how long it took them to finish.

She would survive, she was sure of that. As her terror ebbed her body relaxed, the muscles of her sex stretching to accommodate the violent bucks of the inexperienced drake. She could feel him drool that thick liquid within her, his secretions warmer than her own as the fire burning within the beast made itself felt. The cave had grown cold, and loathe as she was to admit it, the heat spreading up from her loins was pleasant. She wondered if it would be different if she hadn’t been a sworn virgin-priestess moments ago. If she’d been a woman like any other, would she surrender, would she accept pleasure hers for the taking even from a mate she didn’t choose?

And it was there, she could tell. Every shift of the drake’s hips pushed him in with a squelch, the tip spearing deep with enough force to lift her rump off the floor. And when he pulled out, she could feel the strange ridges and throbbing veins, every contour of the thick shaft that seemed to be designed to stimulate, to force a female to yield and submit to her mate eagerly. She could even glimpse the twin lumps just behind his slit, and knew full well what they were.

Her stomach turned as she connected the sight of the drake’s hidden testes and the fact that she was very much in heat. For a celibate priestess, pregnancy wasn’t really a concern, but she was celibate no longer, and a reptile had very good chances of ensuring she wound up carrying an egg once this was done. A load meant for a fully-grown dragoness would be pumped into her, more than a kobold’s body was ever meant to hold. She grimaced at the thought and wondered how long it would take her until she was truly clean. I’ll try and squirm away… get the tip out just before he… just before it happens.

The drake was proving tireless, his inexperienced bucks acquiring a sort of fluidity of motion as he mated her. His mate wasn’t going anywhere, and unlike her there was nothing in the young dragon’s head to keep him from savoring the sweet sensation of a tight, wet female gripping his cock. But where he seemed tireless, Lusamine felt exhaustion taking its toll on her. She was trapped, beyond any hope of fighting back or escaping. What else was left for her but to play the part of this drake’s dragoness?

Her mind drifted and something rose up from her belly, seductive and promising to overwhelm her should she let it. It was the force of her heat joined by the sensation of her body getting what it had been craving, the feel of a thick, hot length of flesh driving in and out of her, the messy noises of their mating ringing in the cavern and the sweet miasma of pheromones, more powerful than any incense. She watched, almost hypnotized, as her belly bulged gently every time her mate slid in, her sex no longer offering any resistance except for an occasional clench around the reptilian shaft. It was grazing that spot inside her fingers could reach, but also everywhere else, claiming parts of her body she’d never even explored.

She felt a familiar tension build in unfamiliar circumstances, the sort of tension usually provoked by her deft fingers playing around her wet slit. The walls of her sex came alive, but rather than fluttering around her digits they were caressing the monster stretching her to her very limits. Even the drake seemed to feel it, and deem it a sort of provocation. His wings fanned a little as his hips sped up, the long tail undulating behind him. His thrusts were getting stronger, hurting a little in spite of her spell as the tapered tip jabbed against her cervix. But Lusamine was lost to the pain, a slave to heat and friction awaiting what was soon to come.

She began squirming under the cobalt drake, but escape was far from her mind. Every movement only served to rub her insides against the pistoning length, her tail thrashing under her as the nipples on her pert alabaster breasts jutted out. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, not bothering fighting what she knew she couldn’t stop. Her whimpers rose in pitch and culminated in a high, piercing cry as she lost what little control over herself she had. Her sex began to pulse around the draconic cock, a desperate signal to her mate that she wanted his seed. As it turned out, it was clear enough or even a beast to understand.

The drake roared as he unfurled his wings until the tip of each one was touching a wall of the cave. His thrusts shortened to jabs against her cervix as he ground himself against her, the whole length throbbing and twitching until it finally happened. The tip was pressed against her cervix and Lusamine could feel even through the fog of her own climax the moment the first rope of draconic seed surged through the tiny opening and into her womb. The idea that she could somehow pry herself away seemed ridiculous as the thick torrent was sprayed into her. His seed was nearly scolding but she was so far gone that it almost made her cum all over again. The drake’s tail was flagging, thumping hard against the cavern floor every time his shaft twitched and delivered another surge of hot sperm into his diminutive mate.

It didn’t take him long to fill her womb, and after that Lusamine felt her uterus actually swell with the dragon’s seed before it reached a limit. Her belly was gently rounded by the time the first gush squelched from her stuffed sex, the noise so obscene that it served to drag her mind back to reality. Her maidenhead was gone, and now her sacred womb had been claimed by a rutting beast, and the lingering tenderness in her sex served as a disgusting reminder that she’d found pleasure in the blasphemous and degrading act. She felt despair rise up and fled from it into the oblivion of what would be anything but a dreamless sleep.

*******

Lusamine woke to soreness and a sensation of a hot length of flesh still embedded in her. The dragon had slept with his cock inside her, curled possessively around the small female he’d bred. Her belly was still swollen and there was a puddle under her hips, making her wonder if she’d merely dreamt of the lusty drake claiming her over and over. Tentatively, she reached out trying to find the presence of her God and with a final dreadful insight realized she couldn’t feel it. Her body was defiled, her vows broken and the Lunar Dragon wasn’t with her anymore. She was still too stunned to even weep when the blue drake woke up, his cock slithering from her sex as he wrapped a foreleg under her chest. She was limp in his grasp, too weak to do more than whimper in protest as the adolescent drake dragged what he seemed to think of his new mate deeper into his cave…