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Zeke bounded over mounds of dirt, between the trees and underbrush, dodging stones and branches. War drums sounded from behind him. In the distance, screams and smoke. The clatter of metal and the crying of moribund villagers. His legs and lungs burned; but he couldn't rest. Not until he could no longer hear the ogres' war cries.

The peasant stared upward, discerning the location of the Sun. It was about to set, which meant… north. He was heading north, toward the mountains. The origin of the ogres' warpath. As the footsoldiers returned from their raid, they would definitely find him. If not immediately, then during border patrols. Damn it!

Zeke slowed, catching his breath as he observed the thick wood surrounding him. Three hundred meters away laid the base of the mountain. Muddy brown underbrush surrounded him on all other sides. Good for hiding, bad for survival; he wouldn't be able to forage for at least another couple months. His only choice was to seek game in the mountains for as long as it took; and somehow, some way, avoid being captured while doing so. One weary footfall trampled in front of another.

As he neared the base of the mountain, a light shone in the distance. He stepped gingerly over the dry leaves as he neared the light's source: a cave. Likely an outpost for the ogres. The peasant nestled himself among the bushes, observing the site. The lingering embers of a campfire remained outside the cave's entrance, another still burning inside. Yet no ogres remained. Had they really left no one to guard the camp…? He supposed they didn't expect a villager would escape and pillage it themselves.

Zeke scowled. Damn it. If he wanted to survive in the wilderness, he needed supplies. He quietly emerged from the brush, sneaking along the periphery and slinking inside the cave's entrance. The inside was spacious and dim. His eyes needed to adjust to the damp torchlight. Now, where were the rations?

Suddenly, a breathy feminine voice called out from his side. The clanking of chains. “Oh! Hello there."

Zeke snapped his head, making out the glistening of scales among the firelight. His eyes traced along the wall of viridian flesh as he recognized what stood in front of him: A dragoness, forty feet tall! Her muscular figure towered over the mere mortal, dwarfing him in comparison. Sinews bulged from beneath her scaled exterior, her arms and legs rippling as they tugged at the chains which kept her splayed against the damp cave wall.

The human's face contorted in horror. He then fell backward, staring at the monstress. His body froze. His heart raced. The dragoness lowered her head, observing the human as her mouth contorted into a toothy grin.

She said, “There's no need to be scared, little one. I'm sorry to startle you." Her voice was smooth and grizzly, the scent of smoke emanating from her maw. “I may be a dragon, but I'm no monster."

Zeke couldn't believe his ears. The dragon was… speaking to him? Not breathing fire, or destroying villages, or hoarding gold… but speaking. Like a human. His voice emerged as a hoarse croak.

“Y–you can speak?" Zeke sputtered. His throat was dry.

The dragoness rolled her eyes. Her slitted pupils stared to the side. Her irises were the color of flames. “Yes, dear. I can speak. Just like you." She met his gaze once more. “Could you tell me your name?"

The human regained control of his limbs, his jaw agape. “Zeke. My name is Zeke." He stood, brushing himself off. Mud still stained his face from his romp through the woods, appearing orange by the light of the fire. “Who are you?"

“Call me Ella," the dragon replied. She smirked. Her webbed wings fluttered. “You know, you're a long way from home. Care to tell me what you're doing in an ogre's den?"

Zeke sighed. “My village was destroyed. I–I just fled." He stared at his feet. “I've lost everything. So I'm here for supplies."

Ella's expression softened. “Oh, dear. Don't tell me you plan to survive in the wilderness."

The human scoffed. He meandered to a nearby stockpile and began rummaging through, turning his back on the titan behind him. “What else do you expect me to do?" he snapped. Deep sadness passed over his face. “I lost my family years ago. And now my village is gone. I've lived alone before, and I'll do it again."

The dragoness hummed. She fiddled with the shackle wrapped around her wrist, dragging a claw along the cold metal. She said, “You know, I might be able to help you. There is a society of dragons past the mountains. If you free me, I could take you there."

Laughter erupted from Zeke's mouth. He deftly stuffed dried meat into a burlap sack. “Really? A dragon village?" He faced Ella, pursing his lips. “You just want me to free you. What makes you think these dragons would take me in?"

Ella narrowed her eyes. “We may seem like monsters to you, but dragons are prideful folk. And we are driven by honor. If you free me, I will remain indebted to you. I can make sure the others respect you, as well."

Zeke stood still, refusing to break his gaze. “And what's to stop you from eating me once I set you free?" he asked.

“Nothing," Ella replied smugly. “But you'll never escape the ogres alone. I can guarantee that. If they can capture me, they'll capture you too." She shook her clawed foot, jingling her chains. “These shackles each have an emergency release. If you release my feet and one of my claws, I could fly you out of here."

A pause. The retreat horn sounded in the distance. Zeke shook his head. The ogres would inevitably catch him if he didn't cooperate.

…Fuck it. He had no choice.

The human hurried to Ella's right foot, hurriedly climbing onto her large sloped claws. He struggled to hold onto their smooth, pearlescent surface, but managed to hold himself steady enough to climb onward. He then stood shakily on her foot, shambling over to her ankle. The dragoness's claws were ginormous. He could easily lay in the center of her foot and not reach any edge; he could feel her tendons ripple as he stepped gingerly to the shackle.

Zeke's breaths were heavy. “O–okay. I made it. Where's the emergency release?" he asked.

“Should be right below the keyhole. It's a little lever," Ella explained.

The mortal's hands traced along the cuff, feeling for a lever in the darkness. His fingers quickly grasped around the knobbed rod, thrusting it downward. A satisfying click sounded from within the clasp, and the massive shackle clattered loudly on the stone floor.

Ella gingerly stretched her foot, wriggling her toes. “Ah. That's better," she said. “I haven't moved my leg in a month. Goddess, it feels good."

Zeke narrowed his brow. “C'mon. We don't have time for this. I need to get to the other shackle." He lowered himself to his tummy, attempting to slide off of Ella's foot. The sound of carousing ogres bellowed over the hills.

The dragoness sighed. “If you want to reach the other shackle quickly, I have a solution."

“Huh?"

“Just brace yourself," Ella commanded. Then, in one swift motion, she kicked her right foot upward, sending the human careening through the air. For a brief moment, Zeke passed below her left knee, tensing his body as he landed square in the middle of her left foot. His arms took the brunt of the impact, braced tightly against his chest. A gasp erupted from him as he regained his breath. Soreness mixed with adrenaline raced throughout his body.

“What… the…fuck?" Zeke said, barely managing to stand. The wind had been thoroughly knocked out of him. Acid rose in his throat.

Ella rolled her eyes. “You said you needed to get to the other shackle quickly. Sorry if that hurt – I didn't know you humans are so… fragile."

Zeke hobbled to the left shackle, holding his arm as pain radiated from his bicep. “Yeah, well. When you toss us around like a ball, it tends to hurt," he spat. He wheezed as he tiredly ran his hands over the shackle, quickly releasing the latch. Once again the cold steel clunked on the cave's floor. Zeke then collapsed around the titan's ankle, regaining his strength. He sighed.

“Tired?" Ella asked.

Zeke replied, “More like aching from that toss, but yes. Climbing all over you is hard. Especially when your muscles keep moving around."

“I can't help it!" Ella pouted. “But I'll try to keep still from now on."

Regaining his strength, Zeke ran his fingers over the surface of Ella's scales. They were as big as plates, and twice as thick. Just enough space existed behind them to support his grip. He wrapped his fingers around two low-hanging scales, pulling himself up and gaining a foothold. Grunts emanated from his chest.

Ella quivered, stifling a laugh. “Sorry, it just tickles."

“I don't care," Zeke said between bated breaths. “Just hold still."

Zeke pushed one hand before the other, slowly scaling the dragoness's leg. It was surprisingly easy once he got the rhythm down; Ella's scales provided a very good grip. In only a minute, he had passed the knee. In a few more, he climbed along her belly, where the scales were lighter and more malleable. The dragon's flesh pulsed outward as she breathed, making the human tighten his grip.

“The warriors are getting close now," Ella said. “I'm sorry to rush you, but you need to get to my right arm. Now."

“W–working on it!" Zeke sputtered, ignoring the burn in legs. Intense pain radiated throughout his tired muscles as he continued to scale the behemoth, gritting his teeth as he finally pulled himself up over her shoulder. One look downward caused his heart to flutter; he was so high up now that falling meant almost certain death.

“F–fuck." Zeke wiped sweat from his forehead, leaning against Ella's cheek. “Just gotta walk across your arm now," he said.

Ella replied, “Don't worry. I'm holding as still as I can. Just undo the latch."

Like walking across a muscled tightrope, Zeke progressed down Ella's arm. He teetered along the rounded edge of her toned bicep, each footfall slow and methodical. His heart raced. Don't look down, don't look down…

“Zeke. Now. They're almost here."

“I'm trying!" Zeke snapped, balancing himself on Ella's elbow. He was so close. If he just jumped –

“They're entering the camp. Now, Zeke!"

Zeke sighed. Damn it.

His feet floated above Ella's scales as he launched himself through the air, arms outstretched. His fingers then wrapped snugly around Ella's shackle, allowing him to balance himself on the dragoness's upturned wrist. His shoe slipped off his foot as he landed, clattering to the hard floor stories below. Clear laughter and chants. The clanking of weapons. Zeke could feel Ella's body tense in anticipation.

“Do it! Now!"

In one swift motion, Zeke slammed the emergency release. A battle cry escaped his lips as he did so, spittle flying from his lips.

“It's done!"

Ella grinned. She said, “Then let me do the rest. Just trust me, alright?"

She then leaned her maw toward Zeke, sticking her long tongue out and wrapping it around his tired body. Within an instant, he was enveloped by the warm, muscled appendage. His arms were bound to his sides; only his feet and head stuck out from her serpentine tongue, saliva seeping into his clothes.

Words caught in Zeke's throat. “Wh–what are you…?"

Ella's free paw worked its way to her opposing wrist. “Just trust me!" she bellowed.

As if on cue, an oblivious ogre stepped into the damp darkness, lured by the clanking of chains. The sight of a freed dragon froze him. He shook with anger and screamed, fellow warriors flooding the entrance to the cave.

A growl escaped Ella's throat as the final clasp was undone. She stared ahead at the entrance of the cave in cold fury, tensing her arms and legs. The growing crowd of ogres at the cave's mouth panicked and attempted to grab their weapons. But it was too late.

Ella careened toward the entrance of the cave, crushing the ogres underfoot as the sunlight grazed her flesh. She then squatted down and launched herself into the air, the shadow of her spreading wings casting darkness over the orc's camp. A mighty roar erupted from her maw, drowning out the war cries of the panicked ogres below. She soared over the treetops. The hills rolled underneath her. It was over.

“E–Ellaaaaaaaaa!" Zeke yelled, the sudden change in altitude causing his stomach to churn.

The dragoness didn't listen; before he knew it, the couple were casually grazing along the clouds, passing mountain peaks like they were mounds of dirt. Zeke's eyes widened as the world passed below; he had never seen the world from this angle before. It was beautiful.

The couples' flight was surprisingly brief. Ella and Zeke landed on a nearby terrace, a solid stone face carved into the side of a nearby mountain. A large cave opened before them, lit by torches.

“This is my home," Ella said, still holding Zeke on her tongue. She then trotted inside, holding the vulnerable human in her maw. She panted, exhausted from flying. “Thank you for helping me get back here. It means a lot," she said.

“Y–yeah. Of course," Zeke replied, embarrassed. “Um, can you put me down now?"

Ella giggled, squeezing the human tighter. “What, afraid I'll eat you?" she teased. Hot breath washed across his body.

Zeke replied, “Yes, actually. C'mon, this isn't funny."

The dragoness then curled her tongue, ignoring his pleas and bringing the human almost fully into her maw. Only Zeke's arms and head emerged from the tip of her mouth. Warm, smoky breath washed over his nostrils. “Maybe I'll just hold you in my mouth for a while. See how you taste," she said.

The mortal's heart raced. Ella's sharp teeth lightly poked at his soft tummy. Her tongue rhythmically sloshed against his legs and stomach, pressing his groin against the roof of her mouth. Zeke's clothes became drenched in the titan's saliva. He groaned as he felt his ribcage squeezed by her lips.

“Mmmm," the dragoness cooed. “You taste so good, you silly little mortal."

Zeke scowled. “If you're gonna kill me, get on with it."

“I like to play with my food first," Ella teased. “Just trust me."

Her lips then began to expand and contract against Zeke's skin, pulling the human further inside her maw. The dragoness's tongue curled around the mortal's ankles, dragging him inward. Zeke could feel her throat tensing against his feet, as if ready to swallow.

“W–wait. I freed you. Is this really how you're going to repay me?" Zeke pleaded. Only his face emerged from Ella's maw now. He struggled to breathe, the wind from Ella's nose blowing across his face and ruffling his ragged hair. “I'm the only reason you're here now! You can't just –"

Zeke's head then disappeared fully within Ella's maw. The inside of her mouth was damp, dim, and warm. The human remained pinned between the dragoness's tongue and the roof of her mouth, breathing in her moist breath. Her saliva smelled sour and fiery, coating Zeke's entire body in a thick layer of slime. His package pressed snugly against her ribbed palate, rubbing steadily across its malleable surface. He felt himself become hard as his entire body was enveloped by the squirming warmth of Ella's insides.

“Enjoying yourself in there?" Ella teased, making sure not to swallow the puny human. “You should know by now that I don't plan to eat you."

Zeke could only groan, words catching in his throat. The tensing of the dragoness's tongue against his bare skin felt… good, somehow. Like he was enveloped by a warm blanket. Even the scent of smoke, the faint heat of fire rising from her huge throat, comforted him. His face rubbed tenderly against the dragoness's taste buds, his palms grazing along the inside of her huge fangs. Small shreds of light shone into the dragoness's maw through the gaps in her teeth, allowing Zeke to observe the inside of Ella's spacious mouth. Flashes of maroon and pink flesh danced across the human's vision as his mind melted into a warm mess. He writhed against Ella's soft tongue, thrusting his cock onto it.

Ella then sighed. Without warning, the dragoness opened her maw and stuck her tongue outward, exposing Zeke to the harsh sunlight and cold air. The human blinked as he readjusted to being outside.

“You really did just want to play with me," he blurted, staring upward into her eyes.

Ella shook her head. “You're too cute to eat," she said. “I think you'd fare better as my little pet. I have to repay your bravery somehow. So, how does a life of luxury sound?" she asked.

Zeke's lips moved before he had a chance to think. “Fine. Yes, fine." He couldn't believe he had agreed so readily, but the human had no choice. He owned nothing. He knew nobody. And, perhaps most importantly, he couldn't bring himself to deny the opportunity to enter Ella's mouth again.

The dragoness flashed a toothy grin. “Good! Then as my first action as your mistress, I command you to bathe me."

Zeke recoiled, dumbfounded by the sudden request. His palms grasped her tongue. “B–bathe you? But you're huge."

“All the more reason for you to do the cleaning." For once, blush rose to Ella's cheeks. Her green scales reddened. “Watching you climb all over me earlier got me a little…worked up," she said.

The dragoness then walked through a large stone doorway, entering what seemed to be her bathroom. A large stone basin laid in the corner, filled to the brim with steaming water. “I have a natural hot spring in my cave," Ella explained. “It was a pain to find a bath big enough for me, you see. This is much easier." She then gingerly stepped into the bath, still balancing the human on her tongue. She slowly submerged herself in the water, her tummy and groin poking from its surface.

“Y–yeah, I get it," Zeke said, amazed at the grandeur of her home. He slipped off her tongue, falling a short distance onto her chin before sliding down her neck. He then climbed upon her round breast, the mint green scales of her chest malleable and soft. He attempted to turn his head away from her nipple, expressing mock obliviousness. “S–so, um. What should I scrub with?" he asked.

Ella chuckled and handed the human a brush about the length of his arm. “Use this," she said. “And make sure to scrub everywhere you can, little one."

“E–even on your breasts?" Zeke sputtered.

The dragoness grinned. “Yes, dear. Everywhere means everywhere," she cooed.

Zeke quickly got to work, swiping the bristles across the scales on her breasts. A satisfied hum sounded from Ella's chest as the human pumped his arms steadily behind her scales, freeing bits of dirt and grime. “You must've been captive for a long time, being dirty like this," Zeke said.

Ella looked aside. “Only about a month," she clarified.

The human continued to scrub, thinking about what to say next. The scales of Ella's aureola were notably darker and softer than the surrounding flesh, a deep forest green. He gently washed her nipple with his hands, watching it perk at his touch. A loving moan escaped Ella's maw, filling the air with her lust.

As Zeke continued to touch the dragoness, he greedily snuck glances between her legs. A large slit lay nestled between her chubby thighs, reddened by arousal. Even when standing on the dragoness's breast, the sour scent of Ella's musk wafted upward. He pretended he didn't notice.

Zeke sighed, shaking his head and mustering the courage to speak. “Why did those ogres capture you?" he asked.

Ella's aroused expression faded, morphing into a frown. She hummed, thinking it over. She finally said, “They ambushed me while I slept in the forest. They were going to sell me to a monster poacher."

Zeke stopped his scrubbing, staring into Ella's scarlet eyes. “Oh. I'm so sorry," he said.

Ella simply shrugged. “None of that matters now. I've learned my lesson," she said. A smirk. “And you saved me. So from now on, I don't have anything to worry about."

“T–truly?" Zeke asked. “I didn't expect I'd gain your confidence so quickly."

The dragoness seemed almost embarrassed at the comment. “Well, you showed extreme bravery. You risked your life for me. I guess I want to know you better."

Zeke smiled. He continued to brush her breast, blushing and staring downward. “Well, thank you," he said. For once, he felt excited to wake up the next morning. For every day from hereon, it would be in the dragoness's embrace.