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There was a dragon on the beach.

Maya rubbed her eyes enough already to know she wasn’t seeing things. She’d noticed him before her surfing class. At first, she considered it to be a trick of the sun. Sometimes the shade of a parasol could make someone’s skin look a deeper color. Not to the extreme of the blue scales across his body and the shade did nothing to hide his wings which furled up to let him lay backward.

Most strikingly she could tell he was a male dragon. Dragons in fantasy, from books she’d read to movies Maya played in the background of a quick lay, weren’t easy to tell apart when it came to their sex. Fantasy creature sexual dimorphism wasn’t a subject she’d ever debated. But the blue dragon, currently lounging in a tight black speedo over a dark towel, looked remarkably human in frame. From chiseled pecs with scales that glistened in the sunlight, down his legs where the monstrous form returned. Suddenly she understood the monster-fucker fandom.

“What are you looking at?” Mona asked. Maya stared at the innocent green eyes lodged inside that freckled tanned face, then nudged her head toward the dragon’s direction. She looked at it, then squinted at Maya. “You know it’s rude to stare.”

“Do you not see it?” Maya was just short of shaking her friend by the shoulders.

“See what? The guy in the thong?”

“Yes!” And no but it was a start. If Mona noted a dragon, she’d be freaking out much more. Something that should be said for everyone on the beach. People passed by the dragon as if he weren’t anything special. “Tell me what he looks like.”

Mona, wearing her ever-confused face, looked back and forth between Maya and the dragon. “Just looks like a hot dude sunbathing. Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. What’s his skin color?”

“Tanned.”

“Hair?”

“Black. Kind of slicked back from the looks of it.”

Maya nodded, thankful that some things could be noticed. Though why a dragon had hair was a question for later. “What about horns? Wings? Scales? I think there might be a tail or something.”

“Um, Maya it’s not Halloween, why would he be dressing up?”

Mona, oh sweet Mona. Maya nearly clutched her friend’s face to direct her back at the dragon but her better nature prevailed with a weary sigh. “It’s nothing. I’ve just been noticing this guy for a while.”

“And you haven’t talked to him?” The back of Mona’s hand pressed against Maya’s face. “Hmm…it’s too hot to tell if you have a fever. Maybe there’s a thermometer in the first aid kit?”

“What?” Maya pushed Mona off, “I’m not sick.”

“I don’t know. The Maya I know wouldn’t be shying away in the distance like some inexperienced schoolgirl. She’d have already walked over and taken her shot.”

The accusation hit her like a hammer. “I don’t shoot shots, Mona. I bag who I want.” She prodded the freckled waitress’s chest, right between her tits, “And nothing is stopping me from bagging a dragon if I wanted a dragon. The problem is that there is a dragon.”

Mona smirked, rolled her eyes, and shook her head. “Sure there is. “Well if you do find a dragon, try not to get captured. There’s a distinct lack of princes and knights that could save you.”

She didn’t have to take this. Maya wouldn’t take sarcasm from the most bashful hypocrite she knew. Whatever comeback she could muster failed to leave her tongue until it was clear she had nothing clever to say.

“Whatever. I don’t need rescue anyway.” She marched off with a huff, hitting the hot sand with her sandals. Thoughts of the dragon distracted her aimless walk. She knew other people had to see it. It could have been some intense cosplay, but there weren’t any cameras or influencers around to take notice. Her heartbeat quickened the more she pondered on it, not realizing she’d reached the dragon’s space until she heard a cough.

“The concession stand is that way.” Without glancing over he pointed back from where she came. Maya imagined that hand carrying a chain leash leading to her neck that vanished when she blinked. He lifted his glasses revealing deep sapphire blue eyes that robbed Maya’s next words. “Oh, you’re not asking for directions.” The cocky smile across his face was all Maya needed to know he knew what she saw.

Her knees hit the sand. Words faltered again. She caught her breath, fists clenching and shivering when she tried to speak. “Breathe, dear.” The dragon whispered, “Take a deep breath and say what you want.”

She’d been caught off-guard by her nerves that Maya was surprised when she noticed herself kneeling before the lounging dragon. He shifted himself toward her, exposing up close the outline of his rod. It had to be Sugar’s size, maybe more.

“S-Sorry,” she forced herself to laugh, “I’m not normally so nervous.”

“I have that effect on some people.” The dragon said, resting his chin against his palm, “Elberik.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Elberik. What’s yours?”

“Oh,” her face flushed, “Maya.”

“Lovely name.” He nudged his brow toward his thong, “You can stare if you want, but I’d prefer you be direct with what you’re after.

A heavy ball of desire swelled in her throat and fell deep with one heavy gulp. She knew damn well what she wanted but several things were holding her back in desperation. For starters, she was in public. Even as an exhibitionist with her barely legal string bikini, she couldn’t just perform a sex act on the beach. Or could she? His cock looked inviting underneath the speedo. Surely she could go for a taste. Her tongue slipped out from her mouth and braced his swimsuit she’d subconsciously dragged herself toward.

“Well, that certainly is direct.” His chuckle tickled the back of her neck. Sweat, musk, and the speedo’s fabric dazzled the taste buds across her tongue and filtered through her nose. Like a lure they pulled her in, bringing her to the edge of euphoria. No matter how much she craved to pull his speedo aside and taste that virile cock, a voice in her head told her to wait for permission. Why, she wasn’t sure. Maya always took what she wanted. Men, women, all in between, and now dragons she supposed.

No, the last part wasn’t right. She couldn’t take from a dragon. Maya could submit.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked, cocky in a way that she knew he could back up. Holding his legs tight she felt his muscles pulse underneath. His hips were muscular, soft but firm underneath the thousands of tiny scales that made touching him no different from skin. Maya nodded, still drowning in his scent.

“You’re so quiet now.” Elberik’s smug smile curved as he leaned back, “You’ve got such a lovely voice, why don’t you use it and ask what you want of me?”

“To taste you,” she said breathlessly. Shame crawled up her spine but failed to flood her brain.

“You don’t say? Then how come you haven’t done it yet? All that stands between you and me is this speedo of mine.”

She knew this but couldn’t push forward. Her fingers froze whenever she tried to loop them through his waistband. It was as if a presence forced her to her knees and whispered sweet nothings into her ear. There was no sweet whisper. No soft warm push of his breath while he spoke softly. It dawned on her there that she wanted that. Not just his cock, but his command.

“This…this is embarrassing,” Maya forced herself to laugh. “I want you to tell me to do it.”

“Oh?” He carried no confusion in tone. “You want my command?” She nodded hard enough her hair whipped back. “Well, I’m not one to command at a request. If I do you’ll need to follow all of them, just for now. Is that clear?” Her nails dug into his scales in excitement. Elberik seemed unphased by it. “I’ll take that as a yes. Suck me off.”

The command rippled through her body as though he’d shouted it. Like the brunt of a shockwave colliding with her, she wanted to go limp. Her arms refused, eagerly ripping off the speedo to reveal the monster between the beast’s legs.

Like him it was blue. A softer shade that made up his underbelly. It reminded her of blueberries even though the smell was far from it. Hearty and strong, she noted his cock at half-mast and growing slowly. Too slow for her liking. Diving her face in she worshiped his sack, sneaking glances to check if he noticed her devotion. The salt of his sweat danced on her tongue. One ball was sucked into her mouth, suckled, then replaced by another while the blue rod grew to put a shadow over Maya’s face.

He said something. Maybe it was a clever pun or a salacious tease. Maya was too lost in awe to care. His girth pulsed in her hands, calm, steady, but burning with passion and ready to be unleashed. From the tip of his cock she spotted a tiny dollop of pre-cum glistening in the sunlight. Like nectar, she licked it up, then went for the fleshy faucet while her hands worked the shaft. A clawed hand lazily laid across her head. She wished he grabbed her head and forced her down. It guided Maya instead, inch after inch down his massive cock.

But he didn’t want that. She saw it in the warm fire burning in his eyes. The dragon could take her by force, ravage her like she was simply another vessel of pleasure. His smug gaze said that such treatment needed to be earned. She was not a princess to be whisked away and guarded, but a willing sacrifice. A devotee.

So devotion she showed with her missing gag reflex, swallowing his cock down to the base without breaking eye contact. When his shaft wasn’t free Maya massaged his heavy balls caked in his saliva. The weight of his hold pushed against her as she tried to pull up. Not enough to force her if she tried, just to let her know he wanted her there. Wanted to test her.

She had the lungs to meet his expectations. Once released Maya nestled her face against the wet cock, each deep breath got air intoxicating her with him.

“Impressive. Usually, people are more apprehensive to throating me right away. You don’t have much shame, do you?”

At that, a realization hit her let a cold cock to the face. Maya shot up and turned, expecting a myriad of eyes from awestruck to scornful staring down at her. She found none, nor any murmurs in her direction. To her shock, everyone at the beach acted as if she weren’t there.

Just like earlier with the dragon.

“I can see you’re confused.” Elberik sat up, his erection waned little in her sight. “And as much as I’d love to explain, I’d much rather do so with a presentation. Strip.”

A rush of euphoria came with the command but her common sense forced her still. She couldn’t strip nude at the beach. Nudist week ended last month.

“It’s alright. I promise you nothing bad will happen. I take care of my treasures.”

Perhaps it was how he spoke or something else in the dragon’s voice that made her believe him. Discarding her string bikini Maya stood before him as bare as the day she’d been born. Immediately someone turned their head to look, his face flushed red. The interest evaporated like water over hot pavement the moment he turned away.

“You’re safe under my glamor so long as I desire it,” Elberik explained, softly holding her chin between his finger and thumb. “Very few people without magic can see through it, and cameras don’t work either. It’s how my kind and others like me adapted to the world. The more technology advanced, the more we had to blend. It has some downsides. I have to be really careful with my claws when opening my smartphone for instance.”

That made sense. Too much sense. No wonder no one noticed the dragon on the beach. This hadn’t been the first time either. Maya swore she’d seen bird wings on people or fangs with denizens that walked the flashy nights. “But how come I could see you?” She asked, clutching his forearm tight so that he wouldn’t pull away.

He looked inquisitively at her. “I have a few theories. Is your hair naturally blue?”

“What? No.” Maya ran her hand through her hair, exposing her black roots. “Blue’s not a natural hair color.”

“It is for some. Those that carry fae blood are well known for having more unique colors. However, that’s not all they have. Some people can see through our illusions. They’re rare of course, often becoming crazy people or fantasy writers. Before you ask, no, Tolkien was not one of them. I wish I could say my kind inspired him but he had an imagination all his own.”

Maya wasn’t going to ask that and didn’t care to consider what authors did see his kind. “So, what’s next?” she asked with a sultry nip of her lips, “We going to fuck on the beach while everyone ignores us?”

“And get sand everywhere? No, thank you.” His smile didn’t deter her, “I do have a private place we could go. If you’re willing to submit for a little while longer.”

“Oh?” She asked, fighting the urge to kneel only so she could play up her snark. “Your castle? Am I to be whisked away through the air?”

“Whisked? Surely. Through the air? Well,” he sifted through his bag, digging deeper than what looked possible until he carried out a bundle of rope, “This will be more fun.”

While not an exhibitionist, Maya never turned down the chance to risk exposure for a little fun. She never imagined being paraded through the city, naked save for the tight rope harness that kept her arms behind her. He let her wear sandals in case of hot pavement or broken glass. Rather than end at her neck the dragon finished her tie so that his impromptu leash was pulled from her crotch.

Heads turned but never stayed. Wobbly legs struggled to keep her standing as he pulled her through crowd after crowd. At each crosswalk he groped her body, whispering teases whilst her nipples fell victim to the rounded points of her master’s claws.

Master. Yes, Maya liked the sound of that. For what else could he be to walk her through the city like a trussed-up beast of labor? Though what labors in question were never in doubt.

Her master’s ‘castle’ was a townhouse wedged into the city. Some part of her expected more. The room beyond his front door answered, revealing an impossibly wide room for the space outside. “What?” He grinned as she looked over for answers, “Did you think my glamor was my only trick? A dragon needs a big space for his hoard.”

“Will that be part of the tour?”

“Maybe later,” he yanked her close, eliciting a yelp that his lips silenced. As he broke away from the kiss, Elberik whispered, “I probably don’t need to ask, but are you a gentle kind of girl or someone who wants it rough?”

Since her hands were bound, Maya resorted to nudging her head toward the ropes. “I think it’s pretty obvious by now.”

Smiling, he pulled the rope taut. “Missing an honorific, aren’t we?”

“Obvious by now, Sir,” Maya said, anxiously and excitedly laughing as those strong clawed hands held her delicately.

“Master also works,” he said. True to his word there was no tour. Just a straight walk down a long corridor to a wide-open room with a red velvet bed. She was half-tempted to make a joke about sleeping over a pile of gold but stopped upon seeing him erect again. She melted as he pushed Maya onto her knees and braced his cocktip against her lips.

“Open.” His order wasn’t needed but it was welcomed. His cock sank into her mouth and down her throat. Clawed fingers gripped her hair tight, pulling just enough to border on pain.

He hilted her like a sword in a sheath. Maya’s gagged grunts filled the air, subsiding as he pulled back and thrust down her throat. Warm and hefty balls battered her chin. What strained breaths Maya made pressed her chest at the binding ropes. Tears rolled down her face but he didn’t stop, only switching from fucking her to pistoning her head over his rod like a fleshlite. Masochism outweighed the fear of him ripping her hair off.

His thick rod pulsed before the hot essence of his seed shot down her throat. He held her in place with each spurt, his last dotting her gasping face. “Well, isn’t that a good look for you?” Maya saw hints of sadism in his smile between the soaked cock batting her face, “Running mascara, out of breath, and my leftovers? Yes, I think this is the perfect look for you.”

Tracing his finger along her cheek Maya noticed an odd pattern. “This is just a little charm I developed for mortal lovers. Sex with my kind can be rather…extreme. This is to prevent anything horrible from happening. It’ll only work if you desire me though. Do you desire me?”

“Yes, master!” she shouted out of breath. If not for her lustful state she’d be insulted he had to ask. Something burned her cheek for a second, one blissful moment and suddenly her body felt stronger. Not in the way where she could lift more, but take more without worry. As if she could fall from a ten-story building and run a marathon upon landing.

With her ropes undone by a snap, Maya was hoisted up and balanced over his cock. Gravity let her sink in, her saliva and his seed acting as the perfect lubricant. Cold stone pressed against her back when the dragon pushed deeper into her. Halfway through he pulled out and slammed everything into him. Maya, having lost the sensation of her legs, held her breath.

Breathing from two beings entwined into one. The rough pounding contrasted with his careful hold of her calves. She begged him harder and he delivered, pushing close enough that Maya could wrap her arms around his neck. She felt his heartbeat quick, his scales grind against her hold.

From the wall to the bed he didn’t stop. Pleasure coiled inside her like steam trapped in a potted lid. “Close…” she uttered between breaths, “So close.” A soft sadism came with his smile.

“I may have forgotten to mention,” he whispered, pulling out while leaning in. “My mark does more than protect your body. It seals in pleasure, preventing any until I say so, or I orgasm. It also doesn’t dissipate, better to keep the marked motivated.”

She believed him. Her body ached at the edge of pleasure once he pulled out. Any sane woman would have cried out at this cruelty. Maya heard only one thing; The master’s pleasure came first.

He flipped her around, shoving his cock against her face. She squealed as his flexible tongue slathered her moist cunt. His thrusts did enough to mute her. His status notwithstanding, Elberik pulled out when she patted his hips, his wet rod rested atop her face while she took deep breaths for air. It felt heavier than she remembered.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that look.” He teased, “So desperate and drenched in sweat and spit. Some might call you pathetic. But there’s nothing pathetic about giving in to pleasure.”

His hand clapped, clasped, and pulled her by the cunt before flipping her back, stomach to the bed. She raised her ass for him, booty eager for his draconic dick. He slipped under it, penetrating her pussy with all his girth. Her hair became her leash as the bed creaked underneath the wet slapping sound of his desire onto her. Spanks soon followed, her cheeks growing red by torchlight.

The shadow of his presence cascaded over her. He grew inside her, enough that her body bulged but did not break. The pain that should have followed became pleasure tenfold. Maya lost herself in it, her requests turning to slurred speech and animalistic panting.

He hilted her once. Twice. Three times before it happened. A jolt of electricity crawled up Maya’s spine as if every orgasm since she entered the room was happening without delay. Burly arms held her tight while he filled her as if to keep her from drifting off into depths uncertain.

The red sheets met her face upon collapse. Her body ached and tingled, like gelatin under low voltage. He lay next to her, heavy enough for Maya to roll into his frame.

“Easy now,” he whispered, holding her sides with what comfort his hands offered. “Take a deep breath and count if you have to. I’m here, you’re safe.”

Safe? Yes, Maya felt safe in his arms. She’d drifted back down to reality and still found a dragon beside her, though as small as the moment she met him. As if reading her thoughts he smiled and said, “I can get a bit lost in passion. I wouldn’t want to reveal my true form in the middle of the fun.”

“Your true form?”

“Dragons in myths don’t walk with two legs.”

“Yet you choose to look like a dragon man? No offense meant.”

He laughed, “None taken. I prefer a mix of dragon and mortal when going out. It’s easier to fit indoors.”

Peering to find no door abnormally large, Maya stroked her finger across his chest and asked. “Has that always been the case? Or was there another reason?”

“Well I guess you could call me a nerd amongst my kind. I like human culture, which is why I get out from time to time. Speaking of which, what time should I bring you back to the beach?”

Seeing no clock around Maya nuzzled close to his chest and closed her eyes. “We can discuss that later, master.” His warm hand held her carefully, followed by the bedsheets as the flames went out.

***

Maya awoke to find Elberik missing. Not the first time a lover left and certainly not the first in their own home. Unlike those other times, she knew he didn’t abandon her. It started with a hunch that ended upon seeing a letter over a small package.

‘I had to take care of business with an old friend. I would have woken you, but you seemed too comfortable. I’ll be sure to bring back a gift when I return if you still wish to remain in my horde. If you do, put on what I left you.’

Though the command was written the effects were the same. Maya tore through the paper packaging like a present on Christmas morning. Underneath was a black maid’s outfit, with a skirt so short it stopped at the head of her thighs. Holding it up she noted the fabric was sheer enough to see through save for the white apron added on. There were even stockings and gloves, though the gloves were made of shiny latex that clung tight up to her biceps.

They fit perfectly and were as comforting as no clothes at all. The feather duster bore arcane sigils over the handle. One stroke of it over a dusty tome and the dust vanished. When her master returned she’d made the front hall and bedroom spotless. She kneeled before him at the front door, eager for his command.

“Well, you took to this well.” He hooked her chin upward. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a gold collar in his other hand. Sapphire studs dotted along the glistening metal. “I think this would look good on you. What do you think?”

Maya offered her neck.