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“Hurry up” said one of the thieves, keeping his face low and his voice as quiet as he could “we have no idea where the dragon may be at this point” he appointed out, adding to the statement. They were all dressed in hoods and cloaks, four men and three women, all of whom were moving in on a most ancient library, keeping their true intentions masked and their bodies just as covered. The leader of the group looked to one of his subsidiaries, an especially thin, powerfully built one of his associates to climb the tower and see what he could of the library.

Revakulgr was coiled up near an ancient tome, a fire crackling in the fireplace as several candles lit what had been an all-night reading session. He looked at the rising sun and sighed wistfully. “Seems that some vermin have found our halls,” he thought to himself, stretching his body out to its full length, his long tail reaching far behind him as he prepared himself for a strike at any second. Reva had heard the sounds of the carefully padded feet. To ears of a dragon, they were as loud stomps of a careless Titan, but Reva did not yet need to reveal that.

Arnulio reached the top of the tower, huffing slightly before he tried to look at the inside of the building. He scaled around the wall before sitting down on a windowsill, facing the sunrise as he placed his hand over his eyes, looking long into the covered library, considering how many books must be contained therein. Then suddenly he felt a tugging at his back, and then he was pulled inside, suspended in the air. Reva held the man’s cloak with his teeth before setting him down on his feet. “Seems someone is lost,” said the dragon with an imperial smugness. Arnulio looked back, then jumped upon seeing the dragon in all his glory.

“No need to be afraid” Reva reassured the confused and frightened man “well unless you are here for some untoward purpose. In that case, there may be a reason” the dragon slightly chuckled to himself, seeing the man squirm and look all around.

Arnulio looked at the dragon's skin. The scales were small, kind of reminding him of the adders he had grown up training. An idea took form in his head. “Well, you see m’lord, I actually came to you bearing a very important warning,” he said as he reached under his cloak “If you could only see this scroll..” Arnulio waited for the dragon to lean in and then drew his sword, swiping many times at the dragon’s head, only to be thwarted by Reva’s speed.

“Perhaps if you came unarmed you would be less tempted to commit this kind of suicide” the dragon mused, swiping at Arnulio with the back of his paw and sending him flying into a wall. The thief barely had his eyes open before Reva put his mouth over Arnulio’s foot “perhaps I can enjoy this some other way, however” he the dragon thought before he suddenly pulled Arnulio in so he was waist-deep in dragon, and then Reva aimed his head upward tasting the skin of the struggling thief as he was slowly sucked deep into the dragon’s throat.

The dragon gulped a bit as he suddenly loosened his own throat up, widening his windpipe as the man continued to fall in, the dragon experiencing no small joy at the man’s protests as he slowly entered the mouth, and then Reva swallowed. He let the man settle just a bit, feeling his movements slow and stop as he slowly had to face his own death. Reva smiled an evil smirk, walking out from his tower and looking down at the general area. He could tell there were more, and a secret spell he cast below his breath revealed they numbered six.

Reva smiled his deadly smile. Two or three more meals could be a great way to brighten his idea, and two or three more sex slaves would be a great way to brighten a few years of his eternal life. But who to choose, who to choose/ he would just have to decide as things went on, wouldn’t he? With that thought, he spread his wings and swooped forth from his tower, aiming his body at where he knew more of the thieves were. His belly was already demanding more food even immediately after his large previous meal. And Reva always listened to his body.

Juliana looked up, squinting her eyes and humming lightly to herself as she made her mad dash along a rooftop in early morning light. Her curvy body bounced prodigiously under her cloak as she made it quickly across the roof, jumping directly into the waiting arms of her partner, the much slighter in build Durashto

“Be calm, woman” Durashto chided her, giggling slightly to himself as he poked her on the shoulder “there is nothing to fear, everybody knows that at this time of day, dragons tend to be in a deep state of slumber” he explained to the curvy blonde, who looked away from him, mumbling slightly to herself as she tried to turn away from the thin, pretty man.

“I...I don’t know, I am having a spark of intuition, and it is telling me nothing good of what is to happen should we stay here much longer” she began to explain, knowing quite well that her intuition had been wrong before, even if it had been right several other times.

Durashto pushed her shoulder “You must learn to…” he stopped when he saw a bird swooping toward them very quickly. But as it got closer, no crow revealed itself, but the face of a great dragon. Durashto jumped to safety as Juliana simply stood in stunned silence.

Elegantly, the dragon spread its wings wider and began to flap rather than sore, slowing itself down with a landing that blew Juliana’s black locks all over the place, making her close her cloak and try to look away from the incoming minister...which mostly entailed just closing her eyes as tightly as she possibly could rather than face the great monstrosity “mm, what is a prize like you doing robbing libraries?” he asked as a claw extended, tracing itself along her cloak and tearing holes in it, very careful to rip none of the flesh underneath. Suddenly he stopped.

Like a coiled spring, every tense thrown in the dragon’s great steel-like body suddenly activated at once, causing it to utterly dodge the attack thrown at it, a bolt from a great crossbow the thin boy had effectively hidden in his cloak. “Trying to prick me, eh?” the dragon announced loudly as the man tried desperately to reload the crossbow. “Come now” the dragon said, sauntering toward the thief “You should know quite well by now that I am an expert dodger of such things, I have, truly, nothing to fear whatever from you trying to prick me again” and suddenly he stopped. And Durashto spent a longer time reloading his bow.

The thin man aimed directly toward the dragon, grunting as he considered his aim, he began to walk forward. With a single flap of his wings, Reva gave more than enough wind to knock Durashto from his feet, and the bolt in his weapon from where it could cause hard. The man held fast to a great gargoyle on the side of the roof, and the dragon was there in a heartbeat. “Give me your hand, thief. And, well, the rest of you looks good too” mused the dragon.

Durashto reached down for a dagger, but by that point, the dragon was simply angered, and his great head bent down and caught the thief by his own head, causing Durashto to scream and fight valiantly, but uselessly, against his capture at the teeth and claws of the great dragon. Julina looked on in horror as the neck flailed upward, carrying the full-grown, if slender, a man with it, the jaw widening so that it could more easily contain the fantastic thief, and the man struggling the whole time he was forced down the great aw, even moving around and delivering muffled screams as he went down the dragon’s neck. Then Reva looked at Julina, whispering a simple spell that united the bindings and unclasped the hooks keeping Julia's clothes attached to her body. Following up quickly, he dug his claws into the roof and flapped his wings at her sending so much wind from his limbs that every article of clothing she wore was utterly and completely removed from her body, leaving her naked before the great smiling beast.

“I... master,” she said, looking up and trying to deliver a knowing smile, feeling terrified, feeling like she had an opportunity, and feelings strangely aroused by the situation. Her naked skin was heated by the harsh sun, while the back other was chilled by the cool winds of the night that had passed. She was hairless below her chin, and she could see the eyes of the dragon looking her up and down. She walked toward him, her slight shoes her only garment now, indeed her only covering whatsoever, and she slowly reached out for the dragon.

“I am not going to eat you,” he said decisively, then a less decisive “well, I am not going to eat you which he seemed to find quite funny and internally laugh at, before he whipped his tail sound and bright her in closer, delivering a lot of general kiss upon her scalp.

The busty, large hipped woman suddenly felt like she was given full reign to debauch herself before this dragon, that she had finally found her natural place as his little human bitch. She hugged tightly to his skin, moaning and mumbling as she brought her arms around his neck with ever greater force, mumbling to herself as much to anyone else about how strange the experience was. She could feel how his body ran a bit cooler than a human did.

The dragon retracted his claw and lightly pawed at her backside. She could feel immense strength and follow-through his powerful limbs carried, even if it was not enough to hurt her at the moment, she knew a beast such as him could tear her apart in the blink of an eye. Somehow that only got her more aroused, and in a mere second her mouth was pressed against his long neck, she moaned heavily into him as he wrapped himself more thoroughly around her, ensuring that the two of them would be entangled in marital bliss in front of the word go, so to speak. And as they got closer and closer to one another, such a relationship suddenly looked inevitable. The dragon possessed a superhuman sort of charm.

It flipped her over easily enough, getting her on her knees. Reva looked down at her, craning his neck at awkward angles as he got closer before he simply said another spell and summoned a mirror in front of them. So as to more easily keep track of her expression. She looked at both herself and at the dragon mounting her, biting her bottom lip she suddenly placed his great genital against her backside, she could feel him ready, willing, and able to penetrate her sex. She moaned heavily at the sensation, pressing herself in the backyard and feeling how his cock was somewhat thin at the very tip. It entered her easily enough, although getting it all the way in required a few carefully timed thrusts that would stretch the woman out without killing her, the dragon inspected her face closely in his conjured mirror, sliding himself.

“FUUUUUUCK!” she moaned, loud enough that birds clear on the other side of the library flew ahead of their purchase. The dragon looked at his reflection and gave himself a knowing smile this time, seeing the woman’s eyes were closed and her chest on the ground, her ass enthusiastically moving back on his draconic cock, attempting, it would seem, to milk him for everything he was worth. The dragon gladly participated in that scheme, finding it much preferable to the one where she would steal some of the valuable secrets from his library. His ravaging of her body from behind continued for quite some time, both experiencing the moment of ecstasy at nearly the exact same moment, moaning in heavy harmony.

He came harshly, only getting more and more worked up, so she started exploding around him. His semen shot out of himself, filling her up easily, leaving her so Tufted she could hardly do as she fell upon the Earth, cross eyes and sweating like a pig. He stepped away from her and she rolled over again, breathing so hard he almost worried she was having a heart attack. Almost. He merely saw that she was so worked up by cumming, and by the general sexual experience, that he must have given her something far beyond anything he had ever experienced before. And she had had her fair share of men before he had been inside of her, although now he doubted any man could ever give her true excitement, could ever give her what the dragons could give to a young human woman such as herself.

He grabbed her cloak in his mouth and lightly draped it over her body, slowly caressing his ear against her covered torso “next time, perhaps, I shall fly as I do this to you” and she released a tell-tale “oooh” at the thought of such an experience.

Mo’Asha looked at her trio of companions as she walked through the main gate of the library, the dark pits all covered in muck and cobwebs. The redhead, nearly the tallest of the bunch at an Amazonian 6’2, was somewhat waifish in build if possessing a harsh and regal beauty to her face. ‘Come on, scum, ' she said to her crew of hired thieves as she walked through a section of books written in scripts she could only guess at.

“Are you sure there are no dragons down here?” asked a rather short, twinkish, sandy-haired man with chattering teeth and a very pretty face, for a male “I feel a chilling in my spine, and have no idea what I am feeling around myself” Tash continued

“Fear not, young Tashy,” said Mu’La, a woman only an inch or so taller than Tash, but possessing much greater bravery “I shall save you from any foul beasts!” she said in the over-exaggerated tone of a stage actor playing a great hero. She often styled herself after men, or at the very least in masculine ways. When she had been discovered pilfering Mo’Asha's servants’ quarters she was completely dressed as a man, and spells were required to reveal her femaleness to the returning guards, even if the sorceress always thought he sexes obvious simply from the softness of her hard features.

“Quiet” mumbled Darsul, the black-haired chief of these thieves, a former soldier, mercenary, and rumor asserted many other things who found himself commanding this motley crew in the name of the chief sorceress before them “we are trying to sneak, and you not will be alerted by your presence”

Mo’Asha considered correcting him, that sound was unlikely to set anything off in such a place, beside a few scurrying rats, but as she considered her options, it truly became obvious that had the members of her crew ben given full permission to be loud, their general recklessness would be much, much worse than lover caution. She considered, then, that perhaps the greatest thieves in her own city were still too crude and unskilled to properly raid a facility such as this one. But she's not turning back, not yet. Caution had not gotten her where she was, and it would not get her to her further ambitions of absolute power, either.

And then suddenly her stream of thought was interrupted by a great face extending itself in front of the shadow. She raised her hand and shone a green light upon the dragon hearing the three thieves behind her trying to take combat stances. “Don’t do anything stupid” she told her companions, staring the dragon in his surprisingly wizened eyes.

“Funny, I was to say the same thing to you. Albeit, you have clearly already disregarded such advice, seeing as you have already made a path through my defenses and into my land. Know, then, two of your employees already lie dead, and other lies within my power.

“Their families may be sad. I am not their families' ' she said, summoning a lightning bolt within her hand and throwing it at the dragon. He summoned a shield from his eyes and deflected the bolt, destroying a shelf in another part of the library. He cursed himself as she gave him a very smug look in his eyes “fear my power, do you, dragon? Perhaps I will avoid breaking this great house of knowledge if you would only share what you know with-”

He flapped his wings in her direction, knocking her down. Her companions saw her cloak ride up, her surprisingly great legs revealing themselves as she pressed down upon her cloak, blushing profusely in the general direction of the dragon. “I hold no secrets here that are not backed up elsewhere in the library. I hold no great tomes that cannot, by my magic or magic borrowed, be restored should they be broken by one such as yourself. And more importantly, you have nothing to gain from breaking my precious books. Submit to your new master, and you will be spared many-” and with that she cast another spell at him, this time a spirit of death shot toward him at great speed, its smiling skull awaiting his delicious demise..

Reva used his limited telepathic powers to cast a rat in the way of the great spirit, and when they collided all life was gone from the tiny mammal “Thine powers are insufficient to match mine, witch woman. You test both my patience and my mercy” he asserted. And the witch suddenly got on her feet again and spread her arms in a t-pose

“You have no idea what mercy even i-” she began, before the great dragon, tired of the altercation, unhinged his jaw and took her upper body within it. The three companions of the woman looked on in stunned shock as he lowered his head further, until it covered the feet of the woman, and then bit down. Light shone through his throat as she writhed inside of him, but some tightening of his neck muscles quickly smothered the resistance from her, even if the green light continued shining through him as he made his way to the companions. “What of you thieving brothers and sisters? Will you fight me, or submit to me?”

The three of them looked on a bit worried, certainly. Tashy was the most nervous-looking, and by that point the closest to the great, aggressive dragon. He audibly gulped in response to the encroachment of the beast, failing to stand his ground against the vicious monster. Mu’la stood, coiled like a spring, ready to jump at a moment’s notice to join to save Tashy, but looking, overall, quite confused about the situation and how to handle it. Darsul grabbed at his handle, obviously quite unsure of what he wanted to do right then and there.

“Submit?” the feminine boy asked incredulously, and before he could consider it any more claws suddenly flew across his body. He blinked, Mu’la and Darsul jumped back but found no great wound upon himself, rather than his pale, hairless body was suddenly mostly exposed. The dragon took him by his shoulder and moved him inward, humping across the boy’s torso as he looked down upon him “what a specimen indeed” he noted, “You are truly handsome, young lad, I have plans on tasting you, believe you me, but no one eating you” the dragon mused. The other two stared right at him, not sure of how to respond.

Mu’la looked at Darsul, who looked back at Mu’la, unsure of the situation. The tougher two of them stood back a bit, watching as the dragon began to tear Tashy’s remaining clothes from his body. Mu’la was already more than a bit aroused by it all, and Darsul as definitely getting hard as he stared directly at the dragon, how it was slowly taking the boy, slowly licking across his torso, his nipples, dragging his tongue in long, passionate patterns.

“Come to me, if you wish,” the dragon said, suddenly looking at the two who quite clearly did, indeed, wish to join. Both began clearing their throats in his general direction

“Oh great Dragon” Darsul started, talking as if it was a mad king or great powerful general before him “we...would not wish to offend you with overly...vulgar…” he could barely speak anymore, seeing the harsh movement of the great dragon against the body of his teammate, making his knees buckle just a bit as he saw how he was getting ravaged.

“No need for that, I want nothing but your...company,” said the dragon, suddenly pulling away from the young boy and staring directly at the other two. Darsul almost spoke again, but already he could see Mu’La beginning to strip and make a b-line right for the dragon. Suddenly Tashy saw the other two thieves quickly dropping down and rushing to Reva, hoping to gain his favor by servicing him. Darsul saw the twink below Reva, and Mu’La mostly saw the back of Reva’s body, her face going right against the huge scrotum of the beast.

Reva accepted both rather easily, spending some time simply letting them service him. The tomboy Mu’la was against his testes as he let the femboy below him writhe simply from contact between the tip of the dragon’s cock against the hole of the human below him For his own part, Darsul as doing a very good job at worshiping the dragon’s mighty limbs, seemingly taking great interest in the muscles he could see move and bulge below the thin skin of the library’s guardian. And for a few seconds, Reva merely sat there and enjoyed himself. But he knew he would have to change things in time, eventually stating “stop” and letting them stand there, looking at him, unsure of his judgment. He did, to some extent, enjoy the power he wielded over them. “I may let you wait” he quipped at the scared humans.

In time he began to re-arrange them, having the tomboy and feminine male both below his torso. He looked down at them once they were down at him, they looked back up, and with a nod he had them rubbing and servicing his cock, both of them enthusiastically leaning in, licking and kissing like the cock before them was a new lover with which they were mutually infatuated, although they both did seem to be enjoying one another’s naked presence, which Reva found rather cute. “I do so love it when my humans get along with one another”

All the while Reva’s face licked across the somewhat hirsute body of the scarred and hardened chief thief. He sees the man try to avoid laughing from the tickly sensation, and from that point, Reva knew he had already one. Affectionately, he continued to lick the great chief of the thieves, while his two companions watched on, giggling and servicing the dragon’s great cock, both of the naked young adults down below feeling that they had seen something of monumental sexual importance when he licked the man, and both of them feeling tingling sexual energy emerge from the cock of the great creature. The dragon straightened his great spine, whipping the whip like tail of his all-around as he opened his mouth and bent his jaw a bit, looking around and absorbing his surroundings, ensuring he would always have a precise memory of the event. He also had a crystal ball record it, for posterity of course.

They went down on him as

the dragon continued to loosen up the hardened captain Darsul until he felt he could finally push the man to his knees and mount him, using spells to make it easier on the male to accept penetration as the other two nude thieves watched on, and they were given their own baths by Reva’s tongue. Reva sped up his humping at the backside of the man, not grunting or groaning as he did it but simply releasing sweetly musical huffs as his excitement grew, causing the others to applaud in his direction and wonder what he was going to do when he finally watched his own special moment. The dragon closed his eyes near when the moment of ecstasy would occur, and then suddenly the whole world seemed to stop as both males cried out in simultaneous glee, leaving the floor rather dirty as the dragon continued to please the other two with his tongue, saliva dripping everywhere as both of them gladly lapped up anything from the body of the great Revakulgr.

Juliana sat naked, her legs crossed, as the dragon came back, glad to see three of her companions yet lived. She hugged the other males and females, accepting easily into her arms as she looked back at the dragon, who smiled down upon her. “You four will make fine additions indeed,” he said, looking at their naked bodies and considering what he would do next...whatever it ended up being, he knew that all of them would thoroughly enjoy the manner in which he ravished them