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It was so far out of civilization, Henry began to wonder if he hadn’t simply been given a task to get him out of the kingdom. If there was a dragon in these mountains, it must have to fly a very long way to eat their livestock, burn their towns, and collect the virgin sacrifices some of the villagers believed would placate the beast. It rarely worked.

As a child, his village had been attacked by a dragon. A big one, black as night. It devoured their sheep and cattle, leaving them starving. The villagers called a meeting and decided almost unanimously that a sacrifice had to be offered to garner the dragon’s mercy. Only the fairest virgin maid was deemed worthy of sacrifice. They chose his sister.

Sandraline had been his twin, his other half, his rock and foundation, as he was hers. They had been inseparable, even at the end. His mother and father held him back, using all of their strength to restrain him as the dragon ravaged his sixteen-year-old sister.

He could still remember her shriek of agony as the dragon forced himself into her tiny body. The earsplitting howl of agony curdled his blood before it was cut short as suddenly as it had begun. His cries of anguish were as loud as her scream. The villagers watched in hopeful silence as the dragon satisfied himself on her lifeless body.

It thanked them and burned their homes to the ground.

Henry had devoted his life from that day forward to hunting the beast. He’d slain many dragons in his search. At least a dozen. But never the big black. None of the dragons he had slain knew anything about the beast. He suspected they were protecting him. He questioned their last breaths, but always the same answer met his ears.

“We do not know of this dragon, nor would we associate with if we did. Black scales are the sign of a black soul.”

They were all liars and he ran them all through. Word of his deeds had spread fast. None called for him, but none were surprised when he appeared in response to a call from some rich noble for dragon slayers. As had happened this time he answered the call to arms. The king had known his name, recognized it from the stories spreading around. He had immediately sent him into the mountains to find the dragon that had been harrowing his citizens.

A little too immediately, Henry thought. Maybe the king had heard some lie about him, decided to take it upon himself to send him to die of exposure in the middle of these God forsaken peaks. He crested another of the jagged spines and reached a hand up to brush away the hair tickling at his brow. They would be up here forever!

A deep growl echoed around him, reverberating off of the snow covered slopes on all sides. His heart leapt in his chest. There! His quarry was close! He peered about, searching for sign. He did not have to search long to find it.

Half way down the slope he was on, an outcropping jutted out from the ruble and boulders. A grin spread across his grizzled face and he dismounted. He untied his shield and belted it to his arm, then reached out his free hand to pat his steed’s neck. “Stay here, old friend.”

As if he understood, the horse snorted and moved up against a large boulder for shade from the bright sun.

Without another word, Henry descended along the slope. Every step was a careful dance of ease, safety, and stealth. The less noise he made, the better. Not that the dragon would have heard him anyway. There was an awful lot of growling coming from down below. Must be feasting, he mused. Good. The dragon would be heavy and slow. An easy kill.

But not before he questioned the beast.

Finally his boots trod on stable, flat stone. He stood on the outcropping and stared into a deep, dark cave. Another loud growl rumbled through the rock and his eyes narrowed. Quiet as can be, he drew his sword and tightened his grip on his shield.

Deeper and deeper he strode into the cave, twisting and turning through a tunnel far too smooth to be natural. Finally around one final twist he was met with a sight that stole his breath from his lungs.

There were mountains of gold and gems, crowns and goblets, coins and bars. Rows of torches lined the walls of the large chamber, each held by a different gilded sconce. The walls extended around the gold and disappeared before they had even begun to curve back in on themselves. He couldn’t guess how large the chamber was, but-…

“Oh, a visitor,” a feminine voice echoed. “It’s been so long since someone has come here. Usually, I must go elsewhere seeking my entertainment.”

“Show yourself, beast!” Henry tightened his grip on his sword and looked around. Where was it? Hiding in the gold? Buried beneath its treasures where he couldn’t see? “I will have your head! And answers before I do!”

“Answers?” the female asked. Her curious hum rumbled all around him. “A game of riddles, then. Tell me then, little man. What answers do you seek? I do so enjoy a game of riddles.”

“Not riddles.” His eyes narrowed. “I wish to know where to find a dragon!”

“Oh, you poor soul. If you don’t know the answer to that, well…”

“A certain dragon. One black. Missing half a horn on the right side. A scar over his right eye and-…”

“-a patch of scales missing on his right flank?” Her small laugh discomforted him. “I can tell you where to find this dragon. For a price.”

His sword dropped slowly and he lowered his shield only a little. His heart pounded in his chest. The first lead in a long time. The only lead. “What price?”

The cave rumbled and the slow clicking of claws against bare stone filled his ears. He lifted his sword and shield, looking around slowly as he waited for the giant wyrm to show herself.

Around the nearest pile of gold strode a monster he didn’t expect. She was lithe, her scales a deep emerald color. She walked on two legs. Her hips swayed with each sensual step. Her hands rested on each heap below a taut, firm belly covered in light yellow scales. Her bust was abundant and firm, giving only the faintest bounce with each slow step. She wore a smile on her draconic muzzle and hummed as she approached him.

“I am sure you can see, I have no need for the gold you carry. Six little imperial crowns would barely be worth the information you seek.” She reached out and Henry held his shield up to separate them.

“What then?”

She smiled, her golden eyes twinkling as she grabbed his shield and gently pulled it aside. He barely resisted. He wanted to, but she had not seemed threatening. But all dragons were liars. He lifted his sword arm, but she pushed that arm aside as well.

“I want you, swordsman.” She pressed her hands against his hauberk and her throat rumbled mirthfully. “Only chainmail?” She dragged her claws over his hauberk and he could hear the fabric tearing beneath her sharp digits. More than that, he heard dozens of tiny little snaps, like metal on metal.

The hauberk and the chainmail beneath fell away, leaving him in his wool under armor. Was this a trick? To get him close, unprotected, then kill him? She lifted her claws again and his muscles tensed. She was going to plunge her hand into his chest and remove his heart.

But she didn’t. She gripped his smock, feeling the fabric between her fingertips before she let her palms press flat against his broad chest.

“You cannot take maidens for pleasure,” he said, his eyes narrowing, “so you will take me instead?”

“Oh, I am not against taking maidens for pleasure. Had one but a week ago. Her tongue was magic. Her arm filled me in ways that set my core afire.” The dragoness quivered and her hands began to descend lower until they came to his leggings. Deftly, she cut away the leather thong holding them synched tight. “But nothing compares to the feeling of a male’s thickness or the heat of his essence.”

His eyes roamed her form, lingering for a moment on her firm breast. He stared at the scales just above the ample swell. He could run her through. He could be done with her before she stripped away his clothes. But she knew where his prey was. As his leggings dropped into a puddle about his boots, he lowered his sword and shield and stared up into her twinkling yellow eyes.

“And if I give you what you seek,” he asked, his eyes unblinking, “will you give me what I seek in return?”

“Of course,” the dragoness responded as her hands returned to the fabric of his smock. “We dragons are not without honor.”

She tore at his smock, pulling away the fabric in shredded tatters, leaving him as bare as her own scaled form. She licked her lips and a deep anticipatory moan slid between them.

If she was going to impart his quarry’s location, then giving her the pleasure she sought would be a small price. His sword and shield clattered to the ground and he reached up to set his hands against the emerald scales of her hips. He stepped against her and leaned up to kiss along the hot scales of her neck.

Her chest rumbled with an amused chuckle. Her hands slid to his shoulders and pushed him away slowly. “I do not want sweet affections and gentle touch.” She smirked down at him and stepped back. She turned away from him and took a few slow, tantalizing steps.

The sway of her hips mesmerized him for the brief time they were in motion. Slowly, the dragoness descended onto her hands and knees and pulled her tail to the side to reveal her toned rump and her dripping vent.

“Do not keep me waiting, Swordsman,” she called. “The sooner you give me what I want, the sooner I will tell you where to find your prey.”

He hesitated only a moment longer. A small part of him begged for caution, but his target was within reach at last! He would have been a fool to pass the opportunity! As he knelt behind her, he set one hand against her rump while the other gripped his stiff arousal. She rocked back against his palm and moaned deeply.

“Yes,” she hissed and arched her back. “I have endured the heat alone for so long. Do not make me wait another second!”

Ever chivalrous, the swordsman guided himself into her. As his tip pressed against her body, he groaned and reveled in the heat wafting off of her vent. With little effort, he pressed himself into her slick folds that seemed to part of their own accord to admit him.

The dragon beneath him moaned again and arched her back violently. “Yessssss!” She pushed back against him, hilting his arousal at once. “I do not want gentle touch nor sweet affection,” she reminded him as she rocked her hips forward.

It was true, she had said that already. So he would oblige her. He gripped her hips tightly against his palms and drew her back as he thrust forward. Their hips slapped together and already he was drawing back. The dragoness rocked forward again and just as he was about to slide free, they rushed to meet each other.

“Harder!” she screamed as their hips slapped together. “Take me harder, Swordsman! Fill me body! Fill my belly!”

As easy as it had been to enter her, Henry was aghast at how suddenly her tunnel had tightened around him. She squeezed him like a vice, unwilling to let him leave and ever eager to take him back in. He groaned as the colors swam before his eyes. So quickly, he thought. Too quickly. And yet not quick enough. He felt himself plummeting and losing control as the dragoness squeezed his sensitive flesh.

He opened his mouth to beg for her to slow, to show him a small mercy, but all that slipped past his lips was a deep moan. He felt the fire in his loins explode and stars erupted in his eyes. The dragoness gave a loud cry, screaming her passion as his heat rushed into her. Her body milked him, squeezing him as he slumped forward along her scaled back.

She quivered and quaked beneath him, muttering to herself as the world regained its shape around him. Henry pulled himself off of and out of the dragoness with some effort. His legs felt as but grass in the wind, shaking and unable to stand.

As he stepped away from her, he turned to face her, eager for her part of the bargain. He stopped in his tracks when he beheld the dragoness’s weight held on her knees and one hand. The other glided over a globe-like swell in her middle. He hadn’t felt like he had filled her with so much, but then perhaps it was possible? It had been so long.

He shook his head and cleared his throat to draw her attention away from her own muttering. “Where is the black one?”

The dragoness whimpered in protest at being interrupted from her reverie and turned to consider him with half lidded eyes. “A cave. The shore. Three days flight to the west of these peaks.”

His heart leapt. A cave on the shoreline! He had a goal at last! He drew on what remained of his smock and trousers then pulled his chainmail over it. His boots and weapons were the last of his equipment he gathered, but the dragoness continued muttering to herself, caressing her gravid middle. He thought to thank het but doubted she would hear it. Without another word, he turned to fetch his horse. Three days flight would be the better part of a week, perhaps more…

* * * * *

The dragoness barely heard him leave. She was so utterly focused on the tingling in her belly. The dragon magics that took hold after these little adventures always surprised her and left her breathless. She pressed her palm against her belly, feeling the firm curve of the contents shift against her hand.

“Eggs,” she whispered. “Sweet eggs.” A tiny moan escaped her muzzle as the sound of claws on stone filled her ears. “Sweet eggs. Strong eggs. My eggs.”

“Speak for yourself!” she heard her twin sister say as a heavy weight landed on the smooth stone beside her. “I think I got the raw end of this bargain.”

The dragoness turned her head slowly and drew her lids back just enough to see. Her sister sat beside her, leaning back on an elbow while her free hand rubbed an enormous mountain beneath her leaking breast! Her eyes widened and she straightened up slowly.

“The swordsman’s horse?” she asked.

Her twin nodded and groaned as her belly kicked outward against her roaming hand. “Yes. I think he gave me a foal.”

* * * * *

It had been a week. Over a week. Nearly a fortnight had passed. Descending the mountain empty handed was not something he enjoyed. He returned to the king who had hired him and retrieved his payment, stating the dragon would not bother them again. He told the king he had found a maiden within the dragon’s lair, but it was not a maiden of his village. To his honor, he was not wrong.

More than that, he was moving on to bigger, better prizes. Revenge at last. Every day of the trip he fantasized of the perfect way to make the dragon suffer before death. By night, he dreamt of the battle that was sure to rage.

It was sure to be a detriment, as he woke up feeling far from rested. Instead, he felt invigorated in mind but tired in body without the restfulness he needed. He would make up for it, though.

And he did. He stopped at an inn to ensure a good night in a warm bed. When he awoke feeling refreshed and ready, he saddled his horse and began to search the shore. The town folk had not heard of the dragon. There had been one some years ago, but it had not bothered them.

Henry assured them it was there and searched. He rode north along the shore for one day before he turned about and returned to the village. After another night’s rest, he rode south. A half a day’s ride yielded success. There, at the base of a cliff, Henry spotted a cave.

It was low tide, his fortune was turning! He followed a small fisher’s path down to the water’s edge and made his way into the cave.

He drew his sword and held fast his shield. Slowly he stepped into the darkness of the cave. As his eyes adjusted, his heart pounded in his ears ever more loudly. He inhaled slowly and exhaled just as slow. His nerves settled and his senses searched outward. Deeper into the side of the cliff he delved.

There, at the back of the cave. A bend in the rocks, a tunnel chuting back another direction and barely visible around the bend, the obsidian spade of his prize’s tail.

Good, he would cripple the beast while it slept. Then, while the dragon flailed in agony, unable to attack, he would declare his name, call back the deeds wrought by the beast and-…

As he rounded the corner, Henry’s heart dropped. His jaw hit the floor and his arms drew slack. The obsidian spade he had seen belonged to a large dragon, but one that had been dead for countless years. There in the darkness of the cave laid the skeletal remains of the beast he had spent his life hunting.

He bowed his head and felt all purpose, all sense of self melt away. He had nothing. There was everything he lived for there in those bones. Bones without blood he could never spill to avenge his sister’s life.