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Arisa’s body was soaked in sweaty anger. She thought of the many things that could happen tonight. Having her husband clamber on top of her to put his revolting member inside the crack between her legs, reeking of alcohol, was not one of them.

“Ten fools be damned to darkness tonight,” the noble woman jumped out of her bed wearing only the satin nightgown that fell down her sides. She walked with brisk steps towards the wooden door that led out of her nuptial chamber, her bare feet barely making a sound on the cold, stone floor.

“What does that stinking boar of a father expect of me? To part my legs for my drunkard husband every night?” her brown curls whipped through the air. “I’d rather fuck a dragon than slave under my father a day longer.”

That’s exactly where she headed. Towards the dragon pens, where Midrazor, her husband’s loyal mount, slept the night on a bed of hay like a lowly, common horse.

Arisa encountered no resistance on the way to the stables. Sure, she had to go out in the open dressed only in her nightgown, but fortunately, she only drew a couple of stares in the banquet hall where her wedding party still lived on. Nobody, not even the most refined of nobles, was willing to part with their drink to get on the bride’s bad side with an improper question.

Aye. Nobody was brave for that apart from Lancresor, a young blacksmith that recently ascended to the position of her personal guard.

“My lady, it’s dangerous to head out at this hour,” he came at her from the side, like a rogue ready to grab onto her purse.

Arisa ignored the young boy. Upon seeing the lady take a few more steps towards the door, the young guard grabbed onto her petite hand hard enough to make her look at him. “The bailiff’s been brutal about breaking curfew. If you-“

“I know the laws better than you know the shape of my ass, lad.” Arisa hissed. “Come on. Let me go, or I’ll tell the bailiff where your eyes tend to linger.”

The youth’s face reddened. “I-my lady, that’s just rumors. I swear I haven’t-“

“Lad?”

Lancresor swallowed the lump in his throat. Stepping aside, he waved for Arisa to proceed out into the streets.

“Good boy. I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”

“Secret? Wh-what secret, m’lady?”

“I’m going to fuck a dragon.” Arisa whispered in his ear.

His lack of response put a smile on her face as she stepped out into the rainy courtyard. The cold droplets sank into her dress, making the fine material stick outline the forms of her curvaceous body. In the dead of the night, Arisa moved like a silhouette, the music and the merry shouts of the revelers as lost to her as a husband’s warm touch.

“I’m doing this,” she said in front of the stable. “I am committed to the end.”

The stable’s door released a heavy creak from its rusty hinges. Arisa opened it just enough to sneak in, then used her body weight to push it shut behind her.

“So good so far,” she licked the cold rain off her soaked face as her eyes soared over the thick gloom around her. “Too late to bring a torch now. Dragon?” she called out. “I know you’re here. Your breath is louder than a stabbed boar. Give me a growl if you’re awake.”

Nothing came apart from the beast’s steady breath.

“Fuck,” the woman murmured. She hadn’t been afraid of Midrazor in the comfort of her chamber. But now, cold and alone, blinded by darkness, her fragile little instincts started to warn her of the stupidity of her choices.

Arisa paid no mind to the warm fear that slithered through her shivering body, shuffling like a blind bat towards the source of the humid heat that rolled out of the dragon’s nostrils. If only she knew the bailiff went as far as to enforce his curfew on the denizens of the stables, maybe she could’ve-

Hrrrrrrrrr.

The dragon’s breath ruffled her soaked dress. He was right ahead of her, fully awake, approaching ever closer if the sound of his talons clicking on the stone floor was any indications.

Arisa held out her hands to feel the warm, slippery scales that surrounded the dragon’s nostrils. They flared to take a deep breath of her scent, then unleashed the air back in a stream of heat that left the woman gasping in awe.

The dragon was far, far bigger than she expected. She hazarded a fist would have no problems entering his nostrils, but it was only when the dragon pushed his snout into her chest that she got a good measure of the size of this beast.

“Easy…take it easy…” she whispered calmly while her hands tried to find the end of his immense jaw. She couldn’t. Not without approaching him further. “What did you eat to get so freaking big?”

The dragon gave his standard one breath reply, his snout moving around to inspect her from every angle, sniffing, but also poking and touching her. Arisa found that extremely stimulating in her wet, half-naked state. She rubbed her hands along the dragon’s head, whispering praise to his simple ears.

“If you had any idea of why I’m here…oh…You’d…you would….ahhh that feels so good…”

The dragon licked the rain from her skin, the tips of his forked tongue feeling like snakes slithering across her body. Arisa let him do whatever he wanted. This feeling of giving herself to the hand of fate felt nothing but liberating for a woman that had been sold into the slavery of marriage by her father. The dragon was not like that. He was not trying to control but feel her. He was danger, life, excitement, all combined into a concoction that stole her dreams from a much too frail an age.

“Closer…” she lifted her dress and directed the dragon below her belly. “There…you’re almost…there.”

The beast growled once he caught a whiff of her more intimate scent. Arisa snuck her hands into his mouth, then draped the gooey strands of slime over her thighs. Alone in the dark, with only a wild beast only interested in the simple fact that she was a female, she felt more than a woman. Almost like a dragoness offering herself to her mate. Oh, this was the best wedding gift she could give herself.

“Here,” Arisa spread her legs apart to widen the crack between her legs, wet with the dew of desire. “Take…” her eyelids fell over her eyes when the dragon’s moist breath caressed her exposed cunt in a way no man could. “Take all you want, beast…”

Her knees bent when one of the tips of the dragon’s fleshy tongue filled her tender lips to the brim, like no man ever could, pressing upon areas even Arisa had no idea they existed.

She grabbed onto his snout to prevent herself from toppling over. This pleasure…it was far more intense than she ever expected. He flicked his tongue and pushed, pushed, pushed. The way he lapped the juices out of her hole. His ravenous licks that denoted his bestial nature.

She dreamed of this so often at night, yet her fantasies were only a pale imitation compared to the wet caress of a dragon’s’ tongue.

After only a minute, Arisa had no more strength to stay upright. She allowed herself to meet the cold ground with her sweaty back, then spread her legs so wide it hurt in order to allow the dragon to feed on her lust, whimpering incessantly as orgasm after orgasm squirted out onto his thick, voracious tongue.

“Oh…oh dragon!” Her relentless moans were easily swept away by the dragon’s ragged breaths whose sole focus was to feed from her inner heat. “Take me…oh…take all of me…”

Arisa hugged his tongue when he draped it over her entire body, the slimy feel of it just as delicious to her cold body as the taste of her nether lips was to the dragon’s wild senses. He spent a few licks to warm her cold body up, but he never stayed apart from her cunt for too long, just like a stallion who refused to part with a mare after he caught scent of her crack.

“S-sss…stop. Dragon. Stohhhhpppp.”

Arisa had to invoke one of the primal dragon commands to order the lustful beast back. With a low, submissive growl, the dragon settled on his haunches, patiently waiting for her next command.

“Frijsa,” Arisa summoned four orbs of light that spread around the barn at the command of her hand. “Isn’t this better, when we can see each other rather than smell where we are, what we do?” she picked herself up from the ground, then soaked a finger inside her leaking pussy and ran it between the dragon’s shuddering nostrils. “You are an impressive beast.” She cradled the dragon’s chin against her chest. “Especially there,” Arisa pointed her eyes between his legs. “How about we do something about your leaking problem?”

The dragon stared at her like an obedient dog. Arisa used another command to make the dragon bow his head and stare at his own throbbing penis. It was a huge, fleshy thing surrounded by spear-like ridges around the base. Arisa had no doubt that, while those soft-headed protrusions felt incredible inside a dragoness, they would cause him great displeasure if dragged along the dry ground of the barn.

“Lick it,” she smiled deviously as the beast settled onto his side, leg lifted to expose his entire rod to the ministrations of his parting maw. “Just the tip. Yess…just like that…” she bit her lip when her giant, obedient dragon murmured with pleasure upon soaking the tip of his cock inside his great maw.

“More. Slather those ridges. Give your vent a nice, long lick.”

The dragon obeyed all her commands, his rocky murmurs acquiring a growly, desperate tinge.

“Enough.” Arisa walked over to his head once the dragon plopped his own penis out of his slavering maw, letting his erection hang wetly over his scaled belly to look at his master. “You are a better boy than most men I’ve met, and for that, you deserve a reward.” She pressed her plump breasts against his snout, uttering a sigh of fulfillment as his shuddering breath fell right upon her bare cunt.

Arisa kissed the dragon’s snout a dozen of times and offered him praise proportional to the pleasure he gave her, be it with his tongue, his snout, or that moist, shuddering breath that almost pushed her into another climax.

“It’s obvious you hunger for the taste of a woman…” Arisa’s bare feet made no sound while she slid like a phantasm along the dragon’s body. “Yet I wonder…how many women have had the courage to taste their lovers? Do your females take the scent of your cock before copulation?” Arisa slid a hand along his side until he reached his sturdy flank. She clambered upon the dragon, trading the hard, cold ground for the pleasant heat of his scales. Ahead of her, his cock pulsated with relentless fury, yet Arisa was not interested in his spaded head, nor in the blunt tipped ridges of his base. She crawled over to his vent, a hole not very dissimilar to hers, and approached her face close enough to take the full intensity of his scent inside her own nostrils. Most humans would call his smell gross.

Arisa however found his wild tint nothing but exciting. She plunged one hand into his fleshy nest, then another, and just like that she began kneading onto his muscles while her puckered lips slurped the rivulets of lubrication coaxed out by his spasms.

“Arrrhhhh…” she pulled her wet face back to savor his taste straight from her fingers. “Were I a female of your kind…I would have eaten you for days, buuuut there is something you males are better at.”

Arisa crawled under his cock. She rolled onto her back once she reached the tip, then grabbed onto the meaty pole to force the dragon’s spaded head between her plump breasts.

“Know what that is?” She looked back at the black beast who had not even the courtesy to return her stare, head laid all the way back like an exhausted dog.

“Well then…guess I’ll just have to show you.”

Arisa sampled him first. She grabbed and kneaded along his ridges with suave motions of her hands while her tongue licked inside the hole of his cock. The canal was large enough to fit a hand through, and rewarded her with thick beads of fresh lubrication every twenty seconds or so. She knew this was just the prelude though. The calm before the storm. Once Arisa got a good taste of her beast, she unleashed the full might of her lust.

First, she slid her wet, naked body along his erection until her knees grabbed around his ridged base, then she pumped her body up and down, fucking him like he’d fuck his females. The dragon’s cock hardened in an instant, his pleasure announced through a gruff, shaky growls. Arisa enjoyed played with his nubs, though it was a lot more fun to be soaked in the squirts of his rampant desires. Every minute or so, she would slide back to his head to let his fluids splash down upon her naked body and listen to his growls of desire. The dragon liked this. He liked it so much that he began mounting thrusts of his own.

And he was strong. So strong, so big, so wild.

Arisa had to use a word of power to calm him down, yet even with the ancient magic binding his senses to her will, the dragon’s hindquarters still trembled with the urge to thrust. To mount. To unleash the thick reserves of semen that hid within his soaked vent.

“Take it easy,” Arisa moved him onto his side so she could clamber upon the head of his breeding tool. “I cum, you cum. Are we in agreement?”

The beast gave a shaky nod of his head.

“Good,” she pushed herself towards his ridged base, gasping every time one of them would press against her cunt. “When I say thrust, you thrust. Agreed?”

The dragon gave another nod of his head.

Arisa first released him from the power of her word, then told him to thrust.

Which he did, only she miscalculated the might of his shove. The dragon did not just want to mount the bare air. He thrust his erection towards his gaping maw, slick tongue rushing to lap not just at the throbbing head, but the entire erection.

“Fuck,” Arisa fell flat on his cock, holding on for dear life while the beast shoved his hindquarters back and forth and his tongue slapped her from side to side. He was slippery. Desperate to cum, with no regards for the woman strapped to his pole.

Arisa met the ground with her back and screamed a word of command at the maddened beast.

It didn’t work. With his eyes closed, the dragon continued to suckle onto his tip, his ravishing maw dribbling with a mixture of saliva and precum…though mostly precum. A dragon of that size had a lot in him.

And Arisa was not about to miss the climax. She defiantly pushed herself between the dragon’s maw and his cock, and when the beast thrust next, she clung so hard onto his tip that she saw herself flying straight into his maw.

Arisa cursed in whatever grumbling way she could. She managed to grab a tight hold of his fangs, yet the insides of his mouth were nothing but slippery, impossible to get a purchase on. From behind, his tongue rushed ahead to kiss at his cock, and from the front, the dragon’s member rammed through the half-gaped jaws again and again, keeping her from escaping until finally, after a few minutes or slippery ordeal, the beast finally achieved his long awaited climax. With his trembling jaws closing almost completely around the spaded head of his cock, the dragon whimpered a dull scream and expelled his seed in a torrent so powerful that the wave of his hot cum sent Arisa slamming against the underside of that restless tongue. She fell with her pussy right on that hot, stringy flesh, hurting at first, but then all that pain turned into pleasure.

Arisa never imagined she would find herself in this position. Certainly not after she rode on the dragon’s cock. The same pole she thought she had control over spat repeated waves of thick sludge over her bare back, coating her in cum almost all the way to her neck. Arisa literally swam in cum until it either leaked between the dragon’s many teeth, or got swallowed by the beast itself, who was still voraciously tonguing his cock even as he climaxed. The lashes of his tongue affected the captive woman as well. Arisa found herself shuddering and gasping for air as her pussy was invariably stimulated by the thrusts of the dragon’s tongue, and with spurts of fresh semen bathing her every few seconds, climax became notoriously easy to achieve.

The pleasurable torment ended along with the dragon’s orgasm. Once his cock leaked only a few feeble remnants of pearlescent prostate fluids, the dragon crashed his head back on the ground and spat the intruder out with a shove of his tired tongue.

“Thanks for that,” Arisa picked herself up, or tried to, as the dragon’s tongue tripped her again. “What are you doing?”

The beast stared at her for a moment, then draped his sticky, cum-covered tongue over her equally messy body.

“Ah well, I suppose cleaning me is the least you can do, you lustful beast.”

Arisa enjoyed his tongue for a few more minutes. She thanked the dragon with a kiss on the snout, then crawled over to his belly to give him another kiss on his wet, twitching vent before commanding the beast to shelter her under his wing. Tucked against the dragon’s chest by his clawed paw, Arisa fell asleep to the sound of his breath and the pleasant scent of his scales.