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As it so happens, sometimes the legends do come true: sometimes you really do find an odd sword in a lake that makes you become the heir to some kingdom, sometimes you really do happen to lose an axe in a river and get to choose between a golden and silver one presented by a spirit, sometimes you really do manage to obtain a bunch of magical beans from an odd lady or an odd hat or even an odd weapon that will lay useless in a basement for years till it is needed and sometimes, just once in a blue moon, the princess that needs to be saved from a savage beast is actually real.

When Dorin heard that rumours were going around that a princess from the nearby kingdom had been kidnapped during a stop to rest at the nearby lake, he didn’t believe it, it was really dumb for a rumour. Still, he informed himself about the name of the princess, where she came from, who was the father and whatnot, the reward he wasn’t so much interested in if he had to be honest, there was no way he’d even get to find the princess much less be able to rescue her or even manage to escape if the barbaric kidnapper had been so strong and cunning to be able to capture her despite the soldiers she’d had with her. So he listened to the stories of people from the city and the bigger towns coming to the area to comb the woods, the forest, follow rivers upstream all for the chance to find the mysterious princess and ask for the biggest reward upon the completion of their quest. Dorin laughed at them, not in mockery but in compassion and understanding, after all, who hadn’t dreamt of becoming a hero and rescuing a princess or a noble and getting paid enough money to live comfortably their entire lives?

“Thankfully, I’ve given up on becoming an adventurer.” He smiled to himself and fought vehemently the questions his friends and the other soon-to-be heroes shot at him, his apparent lack of interest in becoming more than the hunter that he was made him a target for derision from the younger people and object of stern but proud looks from the older members of the village.

For a thirty year old man, he had already settled in a nice routine that was unbecoming of his youth, but he didn’t care: his life was calm, quiet, his job paid well most of the time, he got to spend days and weeks away from everyone as he travelled in the depths of the forests to search for prey or the occasional rare herb for some mad wizard of alchemist and he got to be by himself which wasn’t so bad once you got used to it. Sure, he might look ragged and smell like dirt a little, but it was the smell of a hardworking man and not the smell of a dead one because he got a little too randy and tried dashing into caves while trying to save princesses.

However, fate has a weird way to operate, a really, really weird and odd style that made piercing through its veil impossible or maddening because, after openly stating that he wasn’t interested in being a hero, there he was, tailing a bunch of bandits to their hideout deep in the woods after they went out hunting. Dorin sighed as softly as he could while doing so, moving stealthily, quietly, a shadow much the same as if he’d been tailing a deer or a boar or any other animal but with far less worry about being upwind and being smelled. After all, human do not have the same sense of smell as animals and far less worry about the rustling of leaves than they do.

“Princess is complaining again, she’s hungry and the chains are hurting her and she wants to stretch and she wants to sleep alone and she wants to do a bunch of other things blah blah blah…” One of the bandits mimicked a yapping mouth with a hand as his companions dragged a huge boar carcass to an old stone structure, one of the old outposts of the kingdom that came before the one ruling the area scattered throughout the land. “I swear she’s either sulking and not saying anything for days or speaking and yelling and screaming non-stop for hours. I met kobolds better behaved than her.”

“I’d be annoyed if I had to be imprisoned and forced to deal with people like you and your ugly face.” Another bandit chuckled and ducked the fist that came swinging their way. “Shut up, you’re ugly even for an orc.”

“And you’re so ugly you’re barely human, what of it?” The first bandit laughed and tossed the boar carcass into a prison cell, or what looked like a prison cell: it had bars on the wall, grates and an armoured door, stashed away from the main structure of the outpost ruin and then simply locked it behind them.

“What the hell.” Dorin was shocked: as much as bandits were rude and tasteless, if the princess was inside that horrid cell then there was no way they’d just toss an entire raw boar for her to eat. That was utterly inhumane and against every rule, even the code that apparently some lawless thugs claimed to follow and abide by. “Well… I can’t go back and forget about this anymore, can I?” Dorin clutched his bow and the arrows in his quiver, debating whether to strike now or later.

As he thought, the bandits started to prepare their meal, a proper meal cooked on a proper fire with spices probably stolen and fancy silverware they definitely didn’t purchase or received as dowry after a marriage. He was barely fifteen feet away from the pot they were boiling vegetables and meat, the smell making him hungry since he’d been eating nothing but dry rations and water for days during his search for the herbs that he’d collected. He watched, waited, not moving a single inch even when the leader of the group approached and started berating order to his subordinates, wondering how he could take on this many bandits at once. Then the princess yelled from the depths of her prison cell, a loud, authoritative yell that almost made Dorin gasp and fall, but all the years of stalking prey had taught him not to move or even breathe. As chaos ensued and the bandit leader grabbed a few people to go down and check upon their prisoner, the hunter remembered that the herbs he’d gotten for the town alchemist were not just any herbs: they had laxative and narcoleptic properties if eaten in large quantities and he had lots and lots of them.

Quickly, quietly and with precision, Dorin bundled a good third of his stash of herbs all in one, aimed at the boiling pot for the bandits’ dinner and tossed it in there, immediately ducking back into the bushes and then retreating far enough to not be seen or heard even in the case that some of them happened to come his way. And then the wait began. He was forced to wait, listen and watch as the bandits berated the princess and laughed while doing it, planning his course of action and the path to take as the hours passed and dinner was cooked, served and eaten. Before he knew it, it was dark and night had arrived and the bandits were collapsing all over the place, looking pale as the herbs relaxed their muscles and made them fall like sacks of wet rice onto the ground. He waited some more, making sure that not one could move and then rushed ahead, stealing the keys for the cell, tying every last bandit to a tree before rescuing the princess.

“Princess Lia?” He yelled as he got inside the cell, making sure not to startle her as he did so, torch in hand, keys in the other, moving slowly and calmly. “Princess, you may show yourself, I’ve come to rescue you, I’m no bandit.” The deeper into the cell he went, the odder the feeling he had since he saw no frail maiden chained to the walls but rather huge slashes upon the walls as if a beast had been trapped in there, the boar carcass thrown into a corner with huge bite marks on its side. “Princess?”

“Here…” The same voice he’d heard from outside came from the far corner of the cell, less angry, somewhat… hopeful, sweet like honey but with a deepness to it. Dorin lifted the torch to better illuminate the area and froze as his eyes fell not on an orc princess, a human princess or any other sort of princess the likes of which he’d ever heard of before: the one before him was covered in scales, staring back at him with a pair of deep golden slitted eyes like jewels encrusting a pale cyan muzzle, horns forming what looked like a crown around her head, her body was huge, massive, forced on four limbs as thick as his torso, a body that oozed strength and elegance at the same time, graceful but also able to shatter trees and gouge rocks. He gulped.

“A… dragon princess…” Dorin gulped as he drank the sight of her cyan scales reflecting light like a million gems onto the dirty, dusty stone walls. “Didn’t… didn’t expect that.” He approached as she instinctively bared her teeth at him in defence, her wings bound to her back with thick straps, her legs and arms chained together. He felt pity for the poor princess, he felt scared by her gaze which wasn’t the one of a frail woman nor of a woman that was afraid of him: the gaze of a predator used to stare down at people. “May I?” He dangled the keys in front of her as she craned her long, slender neck towards him and sniffed the air. She flopped on the ground on her side and sighed.

“Please take these chains away… it’s been so long and they’ve started digging into my scales.” The princess allowed him to get close and slide the key into the locks for each of her limbs, tossing them away with every one he removed from her. His heart stung as he saw the faint traces of blood on her wrists and the scabs forming around them, she’d fought tooth and nail to gain freedom. “Gods that feels amazing.” She massaged her sore forelimbs as soon as they were freed, but Dorin stopped her.

“Your wounds are still open, do not touch them or they might get infected.” He smiled and continued removing her chains, now at her hindlegs. The hunter blushed as he saw her bare teats right in front of his eyes like a teenager seeing his first pair of tits at the whorehouse or at the communal baths. He gulped and did his best not to stare at them, pretending he was too busy trying to get the lock to cooperate to fully realize that the princess he was meant to save was naked as all dragons were and her privates were inches away from his hands.

“I’m a dragon, I don’t get infections easily.” She smiled and slowly stood up on all four limbs for what must have been the first time in days, shaking a little as muscles stretched and strained. “Would you free my wings too?”

“Of course.” He nodded and did as asked, cutting the straps holding her wings tight to her back with his knife. “Now let’s get away from here, the herbs might have knocked out the bandits but they won’t last forever and there’s too many of them for me to take on alone.” He rushed back outside, looking for any stragglers or someone who’d gotten too light a dose of tranquilizing herbs. A quick headcount told him everyone should have been out cold but before he could turn around and do anything else, a knife was pressed to his back. Dorin froze.

“Looks like someone drugged my friends…” The bandit didn’t sound too out of it, his voice was clear and the knife was held steady against the man’s back, the tip drawing a little blood as it pierced his clothes. “Good thing I didn’t eat the dam sou…” One moment Dorin was held at knifepoint, fearing he’d get stabbed or captured and then tortured, the next he felt the knife drop at his feet as a thud echoed to his left.

“Are you alright?” The princess’ voice came from behind him and through the corner of his eye Dorin saw that the last bandit was laying on the ground, slammed into it by the dragoness’ paw.

“Yes, he didn’t hurt me.” He turned around and faced the freed dragoness, his eyes widening as he saw her in all of her glory: she was tall, maybe six feet tall, towering over him even on all four, her long neck stretched high to survey the area as her wings spread, the thin webbing shining and glittering as if someone had sprinkled star powder all over them. “Shall we leave this place before anyone else decides to wake up?” Dorin smiled and grabbed his bow and quiver from the hiding spot he’d stashed them in earlier.

“May I first know the name of my saviour?” She stretched and followed him as he left the ruins and headed back into the depths of the forest. “You know mine since I imagine my… father or mother sent the notice of my kidnapping.”

“Dorin, no surname, no middle name, just Dorin.” He moved across the terrain with ease, silent, the princess on the other hand was clumsy, noisy, too big to avoid breaking branches and snapping the trunks of young trees, clearly still weak after being chained so long. “Your disappearance made quite the ruckus, people have been searching for you for a while now.”

“I gather you were one of them then, since you popped out of nowhere and rescued me.” Princess Lia eyed her saviour from the back, trying to follow him as he moved like an elf across the difficult terrain.

“Not at all, rescuing princesses… it wasn’t something I thought I’d do in my life, I was just doing my job.” He shrugged, stopping for a moment to get across a small creek that the dragoness merely jumped over. “I’m just a hunter that got lucky.”

“What about the herbs you mentioned?” She furrowed her brow, confused.

“Request from the local alchemist, they needed some herbs with paralyzing properties so I went out to search for them, found a big patch a few minutes away from your… cell. Since they were making dinner, I threw some in the pot and waited for the herbs to make them fall down, tied them up, rescued you.” Dorin chuckled. “Basically it’s one giant coincidence.”

“Some would call it fate.” Lia chuckled as well, amused by the sequence of events that had transpired. The human was interesting to say the least, him being there was without a doubt a play from the gods and her ancestors but the man himself wasn’t too bad: he was not too tall, not too bad looking even for a non-dragon, he had that rough man-of-the-forest charm she’d heard her siblings mention once in a while, he had a noble soul and was crafty and intelligent. He also had that tantalizing smell of a predator on him, maybe because he was a hunter and was close to the mentality and bearing of a dragon. “I do like the idea of pure chance though, it’s far more fun.”

“I’d rather not say that everything is in the hands of fate or chance, I like to keep a tight rein over my person and what happens to me.” Dorin smiled.

For the next few hours, the two put as much distance as they could between themselves and the bandits. The hunter put every ounce of his experience to use, bringing the dragoness into creeks, over ravines, around areas where he could hide her scent and her pawprints, across large areas with no tress, every trick to make their presence and passage disappear. Lia was very impressed by his efforts to keep her safe even though now that she was free, he might have been the weaker of the two, but she stayed silent. She tried to tell him she could fly away but he refused, claiming that he was too heavy for her or that flying could make them visible from far away. She was pleasantly surprised but accepted that too. As the night grew deeper and darker, the two eventually stopped and Dorin lit up a small fire, or tried to, before she spat a few flames upon the stack of wood and lit it up for him. She chuckled at his shock.

“Please, stand still for a bit.” The man put his stuff on a log and then put a portable kettle with some water on the fire for brewing and sterilized a few bandages, then took a few ointments, applying them to the wounds upon the dragoness’ wrists. Lia gasped, shocked, surprised and thankful for the kind behaviour.

“It’s not needed, sir Dorin, I won’t’ get an infection for so little.” She tried once again to make him change his mind but he refused, stubborn and thick-skulled like a dragon in a human’s body. He’d wiped her bloody scales with a warm, sterile cloth, then applied a paste to keep the wounds clean, bandaged her up and ensured she was ok the whole time, not a moment he’d cared she was several times his size or of a different species. She could tell that in his eyes, she was just someone in need and he was doing the right thing.

“Not sir, just Dorin, I’m just a peasant.” He shrugged and cleaned the mug he used to boil the rags, now using it to brew himself some tea. “I knew of someone who got infected in a similar way, can’t afford to let anyone risk an infection of the sort.” Lia smiled, thinking that he could have let her carry him to the royal court and have the royal healer cast a simple spell upon her to remove any ailment. He was definitely interesting.

“So, my brave hunter, now that you have rescued a princess, what reward will you choose? I might be from a different kingdom but I can still have some influence over your fate, though I know you like to keep a tight rein over yourself.” She chuckled and so did he, but he didn’t say anything for a while. “Maybe a big payment? Live your life comfortably without having to worry about being hungry? A manor and a noble title?”

“Nothing of the sort I think, those are… not things for me.” Dorin drank from his cup as the fragrance of herbal tea spread in the area. “I like being out here, alone, it might get uncomfortable at times and I might sleep on the ground most nights but it’s a decent life, I’m useful and I get paid decently.” The hunter shrugged again, not flaunting or lying, honestly admitting he had no interest in anything but a simple life. “Plus saving someone is its own reward, is it not? The knowledge you’ve done good and helped others is much better though it doesn’t feed one when it rains or snows.”

“You’re… interesting, odd but interesting.” Lia cocked her head to the side, unable to truly figure out the man before her in all the years spent fighting for power and tricking people and family in the battleground that was the royal palace. “But I insist, I must repay you even if it’s a small thing.” The dragoness paused to think, trying to find some reward in all the legends and stories she’d studied in class, specifically the human tales of heroic deeds and success. The hunter let her think, the smile on his face growing wider until an idea popped in her head. “Ah, yes! I know: human stories and fables always end with the hero marrying the princess after a kiss! That shall be your reward.”

“Wait what.” Dorin froze when he heard the princess mention kissing and marriage, his mouth opening to voice his thoughts but before he could say anything, Lia’s lips met his. He felt her hot breath wash over him from her wide nostrils, the stiffness of those scaled lips, the warmth of her body as he gasped. The dragoness took the chance, her tongue slipping inside, sneaking into his mouth like he’d sneaked into her cell, wrapping around his own once, twice, the split ends toying with him as he attempted to think, fight back or do anything. “MMhH!” The hunter felt her explore his mouth, sliding and filling it in clumsy, adorable yet impossibly wrong ways: she was a princess, he was a peasant, she was a dragoness and he was human and yet they were kissing beneath the pale moonlight, their tongues dancing as saliva dripped from his lips. “Mmhh…”

He relaxed and fought back not to push her away but to draw her in, his hands gripping her snout to keep her where she was as he tasted her saliva, swallowed it, let her taste his and suckled upon her tongue as if it was a separate entity and not attached to her. She parted way only when he was out of breath and his cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment before diving in again, putting a paw behind his head to add to the pressure, her kiss more passionate as she huffed and sniffed the air, her nose picking up the myriad of scents upon him like one might read the pages of a book, a book she was oh so eager to read and sample from start to end. Her kiss was interrupted a second time as she lifted his shirt and slid her snout beneath sniffing, huffing, taking in his musk, the smell of sweat, of grime, of dirt and a billion other things, including confusion, interest… arousal as he touched his lips and froze like a deer in front of a hunter. Her snout guided her all over his upper body, her nares flaring as she sniffed with growing intensity, her curiosity piqued by his odour till her nostrils were buried in his armpit. The strength of his scent, the density, the potency, the raw smell of a male who’d worked hard, fought and behaved heroically, she sniffed it, she drank it, she tasted it upon her tongue in ways that were entire unbecoming of her status and yet she couldn’t stop snorting like a beast in heat, like an animal, like a mindless creature attracted by a juicy piece of meat or a potential mate. It was a good thing the man was too busy being shocked and aroused to smell her own lust bubbling and dripping from her vent onto the ground.

“That was… odd.” Dorin was feeling rather confused and aroused at the same time, giving the dragoness a long, longing look as she pulled back and nuzzled his chest. “But pleasant.”

“Odd? I remember reading that the human legends tend to reward the heroes with kisses and mating, so I thought it’d be according to custom if I did it.” Lia huffed, rubbing her snout all over his torso, stealing a cheeky lick here and there.

“Well, those kisses were more meant to be between humans but…” Dorin smiled as her eyes filled with a hint of regret and embarrassment. “… it was very pleasant and lovely.” He pat her snout gently as she slowly lowered it of her own volition, eventually bumping into his crotch. The dragoness took another whiff and her entire being shivered, squirmed and shook like leaves in the wind. She sniffed again, again and again, pushing her snout against it, feeling his junk harden against her nares as the smell of a sweaty, brutish yet gentle man made its way down her lungs. “Oohh that’s…”

“Mmhhhh… that’s wonderful…” Lia purred, her pupils dilating, inky black pools in a corner of liquid gold, her tongue lolling out, lapping at the wet spot blossoming on his pants over and over, the taste of his lust spreading on her tastebuds like wildfire, salty, heavy, a little tangy as sweat was mixed in there in a perverse, lewd, tantalizing mix. She huffed again, sliding her tongue down his pants, tasting his bare flesh for the first time. “Ohhhh that is… oh gods this is… wrong!” Suddenly she pulled back with a shocked expression, her snout slick with a bit of saliva, sweat and the pre she’d rubbed into it. “I-I-I apologize! Lords above I’ve kissed you and shoved my snout in your private…” She inhaled to catch some breath and that tantalizing manly reek spread into her lungs again, relaxing her like the best and most potent of herbal remedies.

“It’s fine, princess.” Dorin adjusted his pants, making his shaft visible to the dragoness for half a second. “I understand you were trying to be kind to a lowly peasant.” He tried to reassure her everything was alright but nothing in his mind was helping: every thought went from apologies to rationalizations to explanations to compromises and yet every last one ended up with her between his legs, sniffing, licking and rubbing his junk all over her snout. He bit his lips as his heart raced and beat oh so hard. “I liked it.” Her ears perked up when he said that, her embarrassment gone in a flash of heat and another sniff of the leftover musk on her scales.

“Oh that’s… wonderful indeed.” She smiled wryly, unable to look away from his groin and the very much visible shaft stuffed down one leg of his pants. “Listen, Dorian… uhm… I know your fables say the hero must marry the princess as reward but… well, I can’t marry you however… well… you smell really good and while I can’t offer you my vent or my virginity since my father saw to that a while ago, I could… offer you my mouth?” Both froze as the words spoken by her sunk into both their minds: she was shocked she’d even said that and he was shocked she’d offer to basically blow him.

“Princess I’m… I haven’t bathed in a while! I must smell like sweat to high heaven!” He gulped, his mouth and throat dry like the desert.

“My dear saviour…” She smiled sultrily, her lips parting as she crouched once again and lowered her head to his level, sniffing under his armpit. “I’m sure you noticed…” She pulled back and pressed her snout to his chest, another sniff. “… that I do not…” Snout to his crotch, another sniff. “… mind it in the least.” Another sniff, a needy, slutty, lewd sniff made by someone with nothing to hide, her chest swelling as she drew in sweat and musk stained air. “OH Lords above you smell so great…” She grabbed his pants and tore them down, baring his cock and junk to her, the shaft slapping her nares before standing proud in all of its fairly average seven inches of human flesh. She buried her snout between cock and sack and snorted, her tongue slathering his balls in saliva.

“Ahh… fuck…” Dorin bit his lips again, grabbing onto her horns for support as she snorted and murred like a slut. “P-princess…”

“Call me Lia… I’m hardly a princess right now… mhhhh…” She kissed his cockhead and rubbed it all over her snout. “I’m just a… hhuff… just a very grateful… female… thanking her saviour…” Another sniff and his cock slipped within her lips, welcomed by the warm, slick, slimy oven that was her maw. She purred so hard he felt her shake and shiver when his shaft throbbed upon her tongue, the sharp teeth that were right beside his flesh completely forgotten as the dragon princess of a whole dragon kingdom slathered his cock and balls in saliva, her snout pressed to his sweaty crotch, sniffing, huffing, moaning like any other whore he’d ever seen do to please a customer. “Mhhh…” Lia swallowed, feeling the stiff shaft twitch and jump in her maw, the taste of his flesh, the way it responded to her slick muscle, the smell, the feeling of behaving in ways so terribly unbecoming of a princess or even any proper lady. “Hffff…” The dragoness purred, her tail curling and sliding between her hindlegs, teasing her own slick vent as she spread her folds and shoved that thick appendage deep into her chasm, mewling, imagining her father behind her. However, the more she sucked, licked, sniffed and worshipped the man, the human before her, the more the figure of the male who had claimed her virginity as part of the ritual and taught her how to please a dragon was replaced by the very same human whose cock was in her maw.

Dorin gasped and grabbed her horns for support while she sucked the life out of him, his soul drained through the lips of a princess he’d rescued barely five hours before as he felt her tongue bathe his sack and slather his taint. He couldn’t believe it, he wouldn’t even believe it wasn’t a dream and yet it was all true. The man huffed and steeled himself after a few long, excruciatingly pleasurable moments in which she was in complete control. With his hands still grabbing her horns, the human widened his stance, spread his legs and pulled back. Lia whined and followed his cock, refusing to let it escape from her maw only to meet his sweaty crotch when he thrust forward. Her snout bumped into him and she breathed, huffing his musk deeply. He pulled back again, this time she didn’t follow but braced and rolled her tongue around the tip of his shaft, making a guide for his length to slide in without any trouble when he crammed his cock back in. Back and forth, in and out, thrust, pull, thrust, grunt, huff, moan, whine and purr, the small safe haven the two had crafted for themselves was filled with the sounds of a passion hardly seen before, one reserved to the most passionate of lovers or the most debauched of whores. However, there was no one but a humble human hunter whose cock was slick with saliva pistoning in and out of the maw of a dragon princess who was taking every last thrust and droplet of pre with far more enthusiasm than any escort and without any of the fake enjoyment.

Lia was in heaven: her maw was used like a cheap hole for him to bury his cock in, her snout bumping against sweaty skin, her tongue set aflame by the raw taste of human dick and the salty precum pouring out of his tip, her being a princess didn’t matter to him, her status nothing but a decoration for his pleasure. For a long few minutes in which he thrust into her lips, she was nothing but an animal who had no voice, no intellect, nothing but the desire to suck and drink the man’s seed. And when he came, she sucked, slathered his cock and swallowed every droplet of cum he pumped into her, shot after shot after shot after shot till she felt his flesh soften and his breath become ragged and irregular. She let him fall onto the soft mossy soil, opening her maw to let him see the mess he’d made before swallowing again. Her own orgasm had come and passed without her even noticing, her pussy gushing freely onto the ground in a puddle of juices, only when she lifted her leg to see why her paws felt so wet did she realize it. Lia felt shame, a shame of a different sort, as if she’d made a mistake towards him, as if her not having shown to him how hard she’d come was an insult to him.

“Fuck…” Dorin collapsed, his back resting against a tree, his breath ragged and his muscles sore beyond anything he’d felt in years. He watched the princess lick her nethers clean, her tongue lapping her vent, juices dripping from her scales, her tail slick and shiny after she’d stuffed it inside herself, her paws splashing in a big puddle of her own arousal. His cock twitched as if wanting another round immediately but his lack of energy kept it down. “That was… very good.”

“Thank you.” Lia purred and curled around him like a huge, scaly, very aroused puppy whose breath smelled like cock and cum. “My father taught me to pleasure a male but I was… worried it’d not work on a human.”

“Your father taught you to suck cock?” He blurted out, blushing along with her as he realized the crass words he’d used.

“Well, yes, he did.” She felt her pussy squirt as she bared the sordid, perverse traditions of her kind to the man, showcasing her lewdness as if it wasn’t anything to be shocked about. “The day I got my first heat, he took me, fucked me raw till I collapsed, taught me to… suck cock, to enjoy it, to make sure the future prince I’d bed would be pleased and satisfied.” Lia couldn’t believe she was telling the man who had saved her how her own father had taught her the ways to pleasure males, it was wrong, it was shameful, it was not something a princess should do and yet she was doing it and finding a lewd kind of pride in it. “He also made me practice on my brothers to better gauge the reactions of different males.”

“I see…” Dorin gulped, feeling his shaft stiffen again as he heard the tales of her sexual training within the incestuous confines of her own family. “Did you bear any children for him?”

“Oh no, that’d be… too much.” Lia felt as if she was going to catch fire from her muff as the man hinted at her father seeding her.

“Sorry, sorry, I just thought… you know, a male breeding a female in the day of her heat… like a beast, a common animal who doesn’t know any better… the logical conclusion felt like he’d try to impregnate you.” He blushed as the dragoness looked away, the man thinking he’d offended her but really she was just trying to not make him see how the idea of her being fucked by her own sire like nothing but a common mindless beast made her aroused and interested. Did the man see her as someone barely above an animal? Oh how arousing that idea was. “I apologise.”

“It’s alright… Dorin, may I call you Dorin?” He nodded. “I supposed from an outside perspective, a king taking his daughter like that is no different from a male dog humping a bitch in the streets.” She smiled, trying her best not to appear like the sultry, perverse words escaping from her maw were interesting her, stealing a peek at his lower half to gauge whether he was interested in the idea. His shaft twitched and drooled fat beads of pre. She came a little at the mere idea. “I suppose even this won’t do for a proper reward for your efforts, Dorin. I’ll think of something to gift you when I’m back in my rightful place.”

“No need to, I’m happy to…” She put her tail on his lips to shut him up, smearing her arousal all over his mouth, the wonderful scent of her juices, the taste impressed upon his lips, the slickness and heat they still possessed… Dorin did his best not to moan as he stole a lick of that lewd concoction of fluids.

“Hush, I will reward you the proper way whether you want it or not.” She stuck out her tongue like a kid. “For now I think we both need some sleep and tomorrow I fly the both of us back to safety and no, no questioning or refusing. I think by now the bandits have either given up or followed the wrong trail.”

Dorin might have complained but before he knew it, he’d been smothered by her and trapped in a coil of her tail with no possibility to escape nor any intention to do so in the least. Thus he spent the night in the embrace of a dragon princess, his crotch exposed still after she’d blown him, the taste of her pussy on his lips still strong as the smell of sex hung like a light curtain around them. He might be a human, but the senses of a hunter were, at the very least, slightly above average in that regard. Morning came quickly, maybe a little too quickly, brought forth by a wonderful few hours of sleep the likes of which neither had experienced in a long while. Maybe it was the after-sex glow, maybe just the fact that neither was alone or trapped in a cell, maybe it was just a good day to sleep, but the two woke up refreshed and still a little embarrassed by what had happened the day before.

Lia carried them both on her wings to the closest town within the border of her kingdrom where he was welcomed as a hero and where the two rested and waited for the royal guards to come and get the princess to escort her back to safety. The couple days spent in that quaint little hamlet were enough for them to get a little more familiar with each other, nothing else had happened besides long chats, drinks and celebrations, maybe a furtive glance or even a wink during particularly heated moments, but hardly anything else could be done. So closely monitored by the people, Lia could not spend more than a handful of minutes in complete peace and quiet, which were not enough for her to do anything beyond dreaming and thinking of the brave hunter. On the third day since she was rescued, the royal guards came in, a dozen brutish, muscular dragons in armour with the insignia of her family painted upon it. She bade goodbye to Dorin with a quick, private kiss on his lips like the fables told things should’ve been done rather than the sloppy, raunchy blowjob she’d went for. She also gave him a small crest which he pinned to his chest so that he could skip most formalities during his travels in the region.

The hunter was thanked by the guards before the princess left with them and after that, he received a few more pats on the back, praises from the locals, a handful of coins as token of everlasting appreciation which lasted him exactly two weeks, the time needed for him to get back to his home on the other side of the border. After that, Dorin returned to his life: hunting, gathering, working with the people in the area, getting paid well enough to afford himself some nice things every once in a while. Then, one day, he received a package, the first ever delivery done to his home. A gryphon with the insignia of Lia’s family brought it on his back dropped it in front of his porch and then left just as quickly. Curious, he opened it: inside there was a big saddle, too big for any horse to don, a muzzle made of thick leather, a leash, a leather pouch with a vial of perfume as well as a note from a certain dragoness which read: I shall come visit soon, once my father is no longer worried for my safety and will stay for a while if that is alright. In the box there’s a few gifts whose function I will explain when I arrive, unless you figure out beforehand… in the vial I have collected my lust for you. I have pleasured myself more than once while remembering your taste and your scent. Dorin felt his cock throb as he read and re-read that sentence then grabbed the perfume bottle and took a whiff, the fragrance he’d caught upon the dragoness’ tail assaulting him like a boulder on his chest. He kept on reading: while our encounter was most definitely not according to protocol or even proper according to decency, I do not regret any second, rather, I am ashamed I couldn’t get another taste of your seed before we parted ways. Dorin was now undressed and stroking his shaft as he read the letter over and over, droplets of pre spilling on the bottom of the page, staining it. I bid you farewell till I am free to meet you again, my saviour in sweaty armour. He smiled and huffed, his shaft throbbing as he unloaded his seed upon the letter, the open bottle of ‘perfume’ making the entire house smell like dragon pussy.

A few more weeks passed where each day held the promise for Dorin to see a familiar silhouette appear from the sky and descend upon his little house, but nothing happened for five, ten, twenty days, then a month. He read the letter each day at least once, sometimes even three times and each time he’d remember her muzzle as he pistoned in and out of it like an animal and each time he’d feel the need to rub his shaft. Sometimes he followed through, sometimes he didn’t. Most days he just waited while watching the sky. Then, one day after he went out for a long hunt that had lasted over a week, he saw a rather large shape while he was returning home, a shape of a beautiful cyan and one that was apparently going through his dirty laundry. He smiled and waited for the princess to notice him while she was rubbing her snout in a pile of clothes he’d worn for days, wrapping shirts around her muzzle to huff the musk soaked within, her nares flaring, her tongue slipping out to sniff as hard as she could. It took several minutes for her to realize she wasn’t alone anymore and when she finally turned around and saw him standing there, while she was licking his sweaty shirts with a paw full of cumstained pants, she blushed and let everything fall to the ground.

“Princess Lia, how good to see you.” He chuckled as he stepped closer with a big wide smile. She blushed some more but didn’t deny she’d just be snooping around in his laundry. “When did you arrive here?”

“Ah… just a few hours ago.” Lia purred, pointing with a paw at the puddle of juices beneath her tail, the absolutely, impossibly messy state of her hindlegs and vent to make her point a little more clear. “Sorry it too me so long to come visit, my father was such a worrywart it was insane! I had guards in my bedroom for two weeks! Two weeks!” She slumped on the ground with a huff and a puff.

“It’s no problem, I’ve been busy as well. If anything I was worried I’d be gone for weeks before returning home to see a note where you said you’d visited and didn’t find me.” He tossed his equipment in a cupboard outside and slumped on the soft chair he’d bought recently for some after-work relaxation. “Also, how did you even know where I live? The package delivery was most definitely unexpected.”

“The pin I gave you…” The dragoness blushed so hard her muzzle scales turned a deep blue. “It’s a magical tracker device, normally it’s used to keep tabs on where the important envoys in our kingdom are but please… do not tell anyone else, it’s kind of a state secret and also very embarrassing.” She curled up in a ball, waiting for an angry reply but Dorin just smiled and laughed.

“Clever, very clever, definitely did not imagine the parting gift you gave me was such an ingenious little device.” He grinned wide, helping ease her nervousness only to make her blush even harder, somehow, as the next few words slipped from his lips. “So, what’s with the muzzle and the saddle and all that other stuff you’ve sent me?”

“Ah, yeah, that… uhm…” Lia almost caught on fire while trying to find the right words. “Alright… when we… when I sucked you off, when I smelled you, when I tried to show my gratitude… I felt… good, not just any kind of good but… wonderful, free in ways I didn’t think were even possible. Forgetting that I was a princess for a few minutes, sniffing a handsome man’s musk… it was… fun.” She huffed, her tail curling around her legs, the tip sliding back and forth around her puffy pussy lips, fluids bubbling around it and down her haunches. “But it wasn’t just that… when you grabbed my horns and started thrusting, I felt like an animal, like a beast, like I wasn’t just not a princess but not even someone who had… who could talk or think or do anything…” Dorin saw her shiver as she stuffed her pussy full with her tail, her teats jiggling softly with every pump. “Me beneath you, your cock in my mouth, you looking down on me as you stuffed my lips, you made me feel like I was just an animal with nothing else but the desire to mate.” She inched closer to him, like a stalker tailing her prey in the forest. “Like you were a ruffian fucking a mindless beast and I just a hole for you to cram your cock in.” The dragoness, the princess, pressed her snout to his crotch and huffed, her entire body shivering from snout to tail tip, quivering like a leaf in the wind. “Ohhhh…” She huffed again.

“My, my… the princess like roleplay…” Dorin chuckled and pushed her snout away, her gaze momentarily filled with worry before seeing him slide a hand down his pants and take it out covered in a thin layer of sweat and grime, holding it in front of her. She drooled and opened her lips, taking his hand in her maw as the raw taste of man, sweat and cum spread on her tongue like wildfire. “And she likes to play the role of a mindless animal in heat.” He grunted with growing need while he watched her suckle on his fingers like as starved beast. “What’s the muzzle and the saddle for then?”

“So you can mount me and restrain my muzzle.” She whined as she pushed her nares against his soaked palm, sniffing over and over. “So you can ride on my back like I’m a horse, a mare…” Lia quivered so hard she made him shake a little. “And treat me like one too…” She was shivering and by the moans she was letting slip from her lips, she was incredibly aroused. Had the man possessed the nose of a dragon, he’d have smelled her pheromones from miles away or flown into a deep rut the second she got close to him, but alas, he was just a man who knew little about the animalistic parts of dragons, gryphons and other sentient beasts. Maybe that was also part of why Lia was so aroused by the idea of debasing herself before the man who had saved her: he was a brute, a man who understood nothing but the bare minimum, who was of lower birth and treated her like a regular female. “What do you say?” She licked his palm for a few moments and then pressed her snout against his tented crotch. While he couldn’t smell her lust, she could smell his own buried underneath sweat and grime and the reek of maleness and savage beasts.

“You mean to treat you like a pack animal? Like some common beast?” She nodded and whined, snorting his crotch like a whore desperate to impress her customer, but he could tell she wasn’t trying to impress anyone. “So… the princess is a little slut who enjoys being treated like an animal, a mare to be muzzled and led around, to be made to sleep in a stable and fed from a trough? Saddled and ridden for hours by any man?” Dorin tested the waters, treading carefully around the odd situation he was now in, growing more and more confident with his wording the more she mewled, moaned and pawed at his pants to try and get his pants off, her tail raised up high like he’d seen one of the huge feral lizards that had gotten popular at the race tracks during mating season. “Is that it?”

“Mmhh yeahhh… it’s so shamef…” Lia was halfway through a word when he shut her up with a finger on her muzzle.

“My dear, animals don’t speak, they can’t.” He smiled. “Are you a princess or are you a feral dragon?” Dorin felt incredibly aroused by the power he was invested when Lia whined so loudly he swore she was trying to call every dragon in a hundred mile radius. Even without a nose worthy of the pheromones she was letting out, he could still smell the heat in the air, a bestial, animalistic stink that was mostly lost on him. He could also hear the splattering of fluids as the dragon princess wet herself with arousal right then and there. “Good girl.” He rubbed her snout like he’d done with all his horses back when he was still an apprentice hunter at the village and tasked to care for the stables. Lia whined again and leaned in, purring as he caressed her scales. “Now, since you’re a beast and you’re clearly not trained, let’s start with some easy commands.” The entire thing felt surreal and impossibly perverted and yet neither wanted it to stop: Lia was about to get what she wanted, Dorin was about to live a fantasy he’d not dared to ever put in practice. “Sit.” He lowered a hand, palm facing the ground and waited for but a second before Lia sat down on all four, tail wagging so hard it might have shattered a tree if there had been any nearby. “Stay.” He held up a finger and started circling around her like a merchant about to buy a horse to ride.

Dorin did a couple circles, keeping a hand on her flanks as she quivered under his eye, being examined, stared, her every characteristic evaluated as if she was on the market. Her tail was curled above her, baring her nethers for the male dragon her body was prepared for, but no stud came to breed the princess, no muzzle slid between her cheeks to sniff at her vent and prod her before mounting her. What came was a calloused hand covered in her own saliva, a finger tracing the rivers of juices staining her thighs all the way to her flushed lips. Lia mewled and fought the need to beg him to do more than just tease her oh so cruelly. Dorin adjusted his pants for a second before gently grabbing her teardrop pussy, fancying himself a horse expert as he caressed, teased, squeezed her clit whenever she winked, inserting a couple fingers inside, marvelling at the heat and wetness of her silken flesh as she squeezed around his digits. The princess purred and came a little, a squirt of pure lust splattering on his clothes the second he pulled back.

“Stand.” Dorin licked his lips and his fingers as his ‘mare’ stood up obediently, her vent now out of his reach. However, her teats weren’t. “Lovely udders…” He reached for them, cupping each in one hand, feeling her juices drip behind him as he examined their weight, their warmth, the soft scales protecting them. Dorin took a deep breath, still trying to come to terms that he was treating the princess of a kingdom ten times richer and more powerful than his own like a beast at a market. He grabbed her teats and tugged them gently, feeling the nubs stiffen in his palms as she came, her entire being quivering, the ground bathed in her pleasure. “Good girl.” She whined and almost collapsed on top of him, almost. “Sit.” Dorin commanded her again and returned where he was at the start of the ‘examination’, his hands were still covered in her pussy juice and she could smell herself on him as she still quivered in the aftermath of the most powerful orgasm she’d had in years. “Now, for more complex training… we’re gonna see how good my little mare is at removing my pants.” He gulped and his cock squirted a few fat drops of pre into his underwear when he said that, truly cementing the notion he was doing the most perverted kind of roleplay any human had ever done with someone outside their species. “No hands, hands are for people and you’re just a beast.”

Lia whined in both frustration and excitement as she was denied the use of her paws. In a flurry of heat and ideas, she pursed her lips around his pants and tried to undo his belt, discovering immediately it was far harder than expected. Still, she pressed on, spurred by his caresses, words of encouragement as if she was a pet dog learning how to shake hands and by the absolutely tantalizing reek of cock trapped behind two measly layers of clothing. As his pants fell on the ground, she had gotten too aroused by the way he was treating her so, instead of attempting the same thing, she simply bit and tore his underwear apart. His cock flopped on her snout in a flurry of tattered cloth and immediately Lia started slathering his bare sweaty, grimy, manly flesh in kisses and saliva till his stiff cock was shining. Dorin grunted and huffed, trying not to blow his load right then and there as she ravished his cock and licked his balls at the same time. He patted her snout to push her back, something she did at great personal cost.

“Hold on girl, I didn’t say you could… fffuck… you could do that.” Dorin grunted worried that she’d been put off by denying her the fun she wanted but he only found her even more into it. She was wagging her tail as she waited for the next order like a good puppy, a good, horny, ten foot tall, five tonne scaled puppy. “Let’s put on a muzzle on you so we avoid you misbehaving.” Lia mewled and stood still as Dorin put the muzzle she’d gifted him on her, strapping it so that she couldn’t do anything more than open her lips and let her tongue out. Then came the saddle, an old, somewhat used thing rather than a gilded, embroidered one meant for royals. “Good pet.” He patted her flank and checked that the saddle was tight enough but not so much she’d be uncomfortable.

Before anything else, he grabbed the leash and tied her to a wooden pole that held up part of his porch like he used to do with the better behaved horses back at the village. Lia whined and tried to tug, her teardrop pussy gushing as she realized she was tired up to a flimsy wooden stick and yet unable to get too far as the human double checked her straps. Then, as she was admiring her reflection in a window pane, Dorin grabbed her teats again and gave them a tug.

“Such big teats… I wonder if I could milk you like a cow.” He huffed and ordered her to get lower so that he could pretend to milk her, alternating between her teats as she whined and purred, the throbs of her heart so strong he could feel the blood rush to her teats and harden as he played with them.

The man closed in and pressed his face between the two soft swells, inhaling the rich scent, licking them, tasting the sweat and juices she’d not bothered to clean as his cock throbbed and spilled fat beads of precum onto the ground. Each breast was as big as his head and then some, the way they swayed and jiggled whenever he wasn’t actively tugging and playing with them was maddeningly arousing. Somehow, he doubted that a human woman’s bare chest would ever make him this hot and bothered: humans were always clothed, always hiding, Lia was naked, unable to hide anything like a true animal despite her sentience and status. In a way, the princess was no different than a proper mare: every bit was in full view, her nethers, her teats, her bare body, anyone could stare and gawk but only those who understood the wonders of a perpetually unclothed body could truly enjoy it. He opened his mouth and took one teat in, suckling upon it. Lia’s screams of pleasure were muffled as she felt her nubs squeezed, pulled, tugged, rubbed and sucked. Dorin switched teats over and over until he once again feared she might collapse on his head and crush him. Immediately he went behind her, climbing atop her hindlegs as she tried to regain her bearing, tugging at the leash to try and see what he was about to do. The inability to even do that made her whine and squirt, her juices splattering on his face right as he faced her equine pussy.

Dorin gulped as he wiped her juices from his skin with the back of his hand and held onto her rump for support as his cock throbbed so hard it almost hurt. He braced himself and shoved a hand inside her vent, feeling her slick flesh squeeze around his fingers as more fluids flowed forth and her clit popped out with her every wink. The man huffed in need but in the heat of the moment, he forgot about himself and focused only on her, sliding his hand deeper, deeper, deeper, her pussy swallowing his entire arm with ease as if it was a dragon’s cock, massaging his limb as if milking it. Lia whined and purred, the inability to vocalize her wants and feelings almost turning the needy whine into a whinny as Dorin started pumping her arm in and out of her snatch. She came and came and came as he rammed his limb from hand to shoulder into her passage, curling his fingers in ways no cock could ever do, reaching spots not even her father’s tongue knew existed as he teased, flicked and squeezed her clit over and over. His grunts rose high, eclipsed by the loud whines of the princess as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body, hosing her inner thighs and his entire front over and over and over again till he was left dripping wet.

Only once his arm was sore did he stop and repositioned himself so that he could have some fun for himself at long last. Lia purred as she felt his cock pierce her sensitive lips. After so many orgasms she was so swollen and sensitive that she could tell the contour of his shaft, the uncut cockhead, the length, thickness and the weight of his sack tapping her clit as he bottomed out. She cared not that he wasn’t as big as a dragon, the only thing that mattered was that he was treating her like an animal meant for his enjoyment. She tugged at the leash and huffed as he started thrusting inside her swollen folds, his face rubbing against her tailhole, the puffy, well-trained hole kissing him over and over again as he hilted himself within her slick passage with the greatest of ease and yet felt her walls clamp around his flesh like a human’s muff. He grabbed her tail to keep himself standing and stable as he hammered at her backside, making out with her puffy donut for long, messy, grunt-filled minutes. As he bottomed out one last time, he howled and felt his nuts lurch, delivering more spunk than he’d ever spilled for any woman in his entire life, his load reaching deep inside her folds, painting them white as much as he could before his legs gave out and he had to step down.

She collapsed soon after, crashing down but still dutifully tied to the wooden post like a regular mare. Lia waited and waited, coming down from her high, whining in need as she searched for Dorin in her limited field of view. When he appeared from her side, still naked, covered in head to toe with her pussy juice, still hard, she almost came again from the sheer perversion of the sight before her as well as the thick, heady smell of sex and sweat. Her potent pheromones barely held a candle to how sweaty the man had gotten and her mouth was now drier than the desert. She tugged at the leash and tried to inch closer to him but he stood just far enough not to allow her a single lick. He stroked his cock and smiled, then held a hand with his palm pointed at the ground. Immediately Lia obeyed and sat down, the ‘trick’ she had learned barely half an hour before already ingrained as her teardrop pussy squirted onto the already soaked ground behind her.

Dorin grabbed her leash and loosened the knot, keeping the bridle in his hands as he tugged her muzzle closer to him. She huffed, whined, her tongue slipping out to lap at stray droplets of precum dripping from his cock and balls as he rubbed his messy shaft on the scales between her nostrils, leaving plenty of scent for her to savour as her tongue licked his sack. With a smile, caressing her snout, he pushed her lower and draped his balls over her nose.

“Sniff.” A simple command she took to heart. Lia took the deepest breath she’d ever taken in her life, deeper than when she tried to breathe fire for the first time, deeper than when her father told her to brace for the first thrust into her virgin vent on the day of her first heat.

The smell of his cock, his balls, his sweat, the grime, the stench of man, of work, of effort mixed oh so wonderfully with the sweet undertones of her juices. He reeked of maleness, so much she felt lightheaded from the strength of his musk. She made no attempts to hide her pleasure, she made no attempts to pretend she hadn’t squirted once more just by snorting his junk, she let him know about the joy she was feeling as he allowed her to indulge in the most perverted fantasy of her life with him. Lia whined once more, her eyes fluttering as she came for the last time, her sore pussy letting out a jet of fluids several times farther than the ones that she spilled before and then slumped on her flank, panting and shivering.

“Hold on, let me get you free.” Dorin quickly let her out of the muzzle and tossed it on the ground. Finally able to open her mouth, Lia immediately went for a kiss, letting him taste his sweat upon her tongue as she crammed the slimy muscle in his mouth with no restraint, care or hint that she wanted to hold back. The man pushed back against her as best as he possibly could but facing a beast her size and with such passion was a battle he lost immediately. “Ok ok ok, calm down girl.”

“Mmhhh…” Lia huffed and pulled back when she felt him tap her muzzle a couple times, breathing just as hard as he was. “Lords above that was so good…” The princess was still shivering, her orgasm still palpable under her scales even now. “Ohhh… I swear I never came this much or this hard even when my father mounted me in front of my mother.” She blushed in embarrassment but made no attempts to go back on her words. She wanted him to know where she came from, she wanted him to realize just how much such perversion ran into her bloodline and into the royal family, she needed him to understand just how much of a slut she could be if he just asked.

“That’s good…” Dorin stroked her chin like a pet as he sat next to her. “Didn’t expect it to be so… intense. It was good though, very good.” He could still taste her flesh upon his tongue from before and his arm was covered in sticky juices as they dried up, his cock was barely any softer. Lia noticed that and tried to blow him but he stopped her. “Maybe later.”

“Aww.” The princess pouted as she was denied the chance to suck his cock like a kid forbidden from getting another cookie from the jar. He chuckled and patted her flank. “Fine.”

“Good girl.” Dorin smiled. “So… just how much do you want to take this… guilty pleasure of yours?” He looked at her in the eyes and waited with bated breath. The way he’d ‘train’ her in the future depended heavily on how she answered.

“As far as you want to go: you’re the owner, I’m just the slutty, needy, horny mare you can order around after all.” The glint of lust in Lia’s eyes made Dorin gulp and made his cock throb to full mast, even harder than before as she huffed and let her split tongue slip out of her lips, the twin ends wrapping around his cockhead.

“Then let’s see how well your father trained you.”