Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The Dragon and Princess Purity Princess Purity was gorgeous. She was given to wearing diaphonous pink and peach colored gowns wonderfully empbroidered. She also usually wore a great deal of jewelry including a tiny silver crown. It all suited her to perfection, bringing her fair skinned, blonde haired, blue eyed, innocent beauty to such a perfect picture of princessly virtue that her exceptionally big tits weren't even recognized as being out of the norm for princesses. She was beloved by the people, respected for wisdom and good will. She was so adored that her father cared little for any suitors that came to the castle. The subjects would rather be ruled by a wise queen than a foolish fop looking to marry into royalty. So it was that when Princess Purity was kidnapped by a dragon that there was a universal cry of anguish from the citizens. Everyone demanded her return. Who would have the courage to seek out the nefarious dragon, Earl-Nu-Fire? How to describe Earl-Nu-Fire? Well, start with a human being. Then make him really, really big. Big enough to carry a human being in one hand. Then make him green with dry skin. He had a big fin on his head, yellow, reptile eyes, broad scary wings and ragged clothes made from animal skins. He had taken the Princess right out of her coach after batting aside her guards like they were nothing. Then of course he set the coach ablaze with a fiery exhale. He flew away with her, leaving the people to guess where she might be. The Princess was afraid of heights so she didn't say a word until they arrived at the dragon's cave. She was surprised at the way he looked so much like an oversized, reptilian human being. She had to ask, "Can you talk, Earl-Nu-Fire?" "Course I can. And call me Earl." "Then know that my father will pay any cost to have me back." "Well yeah, that's the point." "Oh." "In the meantime I think I'll take what you've got on you. You sure do wear the jewelry, don't you?" The Princess protested, but the dragon deftly slipped her bracelets off. With two big green fingers he got every bit of gold and jewels off of her with the exception of her crown. He liked letting her look like a princess. The last things he took were her necklaces, and that was what brought his attention to her cleavage. "Whoa. Nice tits." Princess Purity gasped and threw her pretty hands over her neckline. The dragon wasn't having that. He moved her hands away for a better look. She shouted, "Stop that! I'm a princess! Show some respect!" "But I'm a dragon." With that Earl-Nu-Fire began slipping the dress off her right shoulder. She shrieked, though very prettily in her princess way. Despite her frantic, if graceful struggles, the poor princess's dress was dropped to waist level, letting the dragon see her sexy, lacy bra. "You really fill that thing out, don't you? I mean, aren't princesses supposed to have slender figures? Damn, it's not just the tits either. You are built, honey bunch." With her hands held over her head, the Princess's dress was slipped all the way down. The dragon's eyes never blinked. He looked her all over and he could see more than he expected. "Do princesses usually wear thongs?" "Give me back my clothes! You can't do this to a princess!" He could though. The dragon's big eyes stared wide at her underwear clad body while she blushed, whimpered whined and wiggled. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. "This can't be happening! I'm a princess! No one can see me like this! Oh this is degrading! Would you shut your eyes? You're not even blinking you silly bastard! OoooH!" Earl-Nu-Fire carried her to a huge post just outside of his cave. Following dragon tradition, he intended to keep her there. Besides, he had paid plenty for the enchantment on the chains and pole. The Princess would be trapped in place, but she would never be uncomfortable, no matter how long he left her there. She would never need food or water or anything else, and she would be able to sleep standing there in her chains. It was a perfect place for her. She would make such a pretty decoration for his cave. The dragon almost didn't want the ransom to be paid. The Princess was resigned to her deshabille, but she was certainly angry about it. She tugged a bit at the chains that held her wrists above her head. They weren't going to give, that much was certain. The dragon ogled her up and down a moment before he decided that he wasn't quite done. "Sorry, babe, but I've got to see those." Again there was a perfectly pretty scream, but it didn't stop Earl-Nu-Fire from plucking her bra right off of her body. Her tits were so gorgeous that a bit of smoke was spit out of the dragon's mouth involuntarily. He covered his mouth as dark vapor plumed from it. "Sorry about that, but those are just too perfect. You perhaps possess the most perfect pair of pretty, plush, prominent pairies my peepers have ever perceived." They were so fabulously firm, especially for big tits. Their size did nothing to prevent them from being princessly now that they were bared. They had a gentle and elegant shape and line and position to them. Perhaps the best word would be poetic. They were absolutely poetic hooters. The dragon curled up into a relaxed position, occasionally looking over at his pretty prize and muttering things like, "Just gorgeous." The Princess felt so entirely embarrassed, but every so often she managed to get used to it. Then she would notice the dragon staring at her body and she would begin blushing furiously again. While the dragon had been stripping and chaining and ogling her, the kingdom had rushed to action. The king was preparing a ransom for his beloved daughter, but no one thought it would be necessary. The greatest heroes of the kingdom were already on their way to perform the courageous if trite duty of slaying a dragon and rescuing a princess. The first to arrive was Sir Standard. He was the definition of a shining knight. In fact, his armor literally shone. He spent a lot of time on that. Shining armor aside, he was also known for being the single most skilled swordsman in the kingdom. The fact was that if Earl-Nu-Fire knew such a famous knight was on his way, he would have surrendered the princess immediately. As it happened, Sir Standard rode through the trees and was right there at Earl's cave. Earl saw the knight and knew he was doomed, but he was as proud of being a dragon as Sir Standard was of being knight, so he determined to do battle. Sir Standard rode forward valiantly. "Prepare yourself, dragon!" Then he glanced over and caught sight of the imprisoned Princess Purity. He wasn't expecting that and he gawked involuntarily. "Whoa. Nice tits." While he was staring, Earl took advantage of that situation and whipped his tail into the knight, sending him flying back into the forest with a metallic clang. The Princess was horrified. "Did you kill him?" "Not likely. Not with that armor on him. Still, I bet he's too busted up to try another rescue right away. Thanks, Princess." She fumed, "Thanks for what?" "Those tits just saved my life. Life saving tits. I imagine that people will just say that your beauty was miraculous when the story gets told later on." "OooH! You dirty dragon. Stop looking at me!" It was a while before Earl felt safe enough to stop listening for trouble. Being a dragon he could hear for a long distance into the trees surrounding his cave. The other side of it was all rocky mountain, and nearly impassible. When he could tell that Sir Standard had in fact done the proper thing and come alone, he decided to take a nap. He was confident enough to do that since a dragon will awaken at the slightest sound. The slightest sound was not made though as another knight approached. Only Sir Standard had the skill to fight a dragon, but Sir Silencio had also made the journey. Sir Silencio could move with such stealth that not even a dragon could hear him coming. He watched the dragon from the nearby trees, making certain that the dragon was out. He crept forward with such quiet that he did not wake the dragon. He knew that anything, even a hard exhale could wake the dragon. He closed in slowly but surely. He was almost close enough to the dragon to kill it in its sleep when he finally caught sight of the Princess. His eyes widened. "Whoa. Nice tits." The dragon woke up instantly and it was all over in a moment. Sir Silencio was flicked away quite a distance. Earl-Nu-Fire flew up a bit to watch where he landed. The Princess was horrified. "Is he dead?" "Naw. He got lucky and landed in a stream. He's hurt, but he'll live. He won't be back for a long time though, I can tell you that." The dragon settled back down to the ground and grinned at his topless captive. "You know, that's twice those tits have saved my life. I think I might just forget the ransom and keep you as a good luck charm. Tomorrow I might have to move us to a new cave. I'll keep you as a special piece of living artwork from now on." "NO! You can't do that! I'm a princess. You can't just turn me into an ornament! And stop staring at me, you pervert!" Of course the dragon stared to his heart's content while Princess Purity tried her hardest to ignore the attention. While she fussed and fumed and threw the occasional tantrum, a third knight was making his way to her. On the other side of the mountain Sir Larsort made the nearly impossible trek over treacherous rocks and terrain. He wasn't known for doing the things the fast way or even the smart way, but this time the hard way was the best way. Earl-Nu-Fire never expected an approach from that direction. All of his keen dragon senses were aimed into the trees on the other side of his cave. When he became more confident that he was safe, he settled down, though he was careful not to sleep. Eventually Sir Larsort clambered overhead, above the cave entrance and above the dragon. The dragon heard him finally, but it was too late. Sir Larsort was in a great spot to send rocks showering down on the monster. With one hard push a big rock started tumbling and was followed by more and more that collapsed after that first one went. The dragon was pelted by big rocks until he collapsed, unconscious. Seeing the dragon lying there helplessly, a few big rocks on top of him, Sir Larsort strode down bravely. It was only when he was close up that he finally noticed the Princess. "Whoa. Nice tits." She blushed angrily, but she knew that she was finally saved from the dragon. Sir Larsort's eyes hardly seemed to blink as he stared at her gorgeous bazooms. She expected him to release her chains, but first he took two handfuls of her amazing anatomy. She was too stunned to even complain for several seconds. Then she berated him, "HEY! Stop that! Not even the dragon did that! Stop it stop it stop it! Get your damn hands off!" After a couple minutes of happy, handy fun, Sir Larsort let go and went into the cave. The Princess rattled her chains. "Get back here! Get me out of this! Please?" Sir Larsort was fast in there. He gathered up as much of the dragon treasure as he could carry. When he came out of the cave, he had it in a bag over his shoulder. Princess Purity had to ask, "Did you get my jewelry from in there? Some of it is important heirlooms." "As much as I saw, Princess, yes. Now to get you free. But first." He set the bag down and started fondling her again. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I can hardly help it. These are just too perfect." "OoOooh!!" Her pretty mouth twisted into an angry sneer, but she kept quiet as her jugs were manhandled by her champion. She looked one way and another, trying to ignore this unexpected indignity, but every so often she felt compelled to look down at her own chest, seeing his hands squeezing and kneading her. Once it had gone on too long, she whined, "Can't you stop feeling me up and rescue me!" "Sorry, Princess. You're right. We can't hang around here and wait for the dragon to wake up." So he loosened her and she immediately threw her hands across her boobs. "Where's my dress?" "Sorry, Princess, but that's what I'm using to carry the treasure. I didn't bring a bag or anything." "What? Well, well, can we empty it out and just carry what we can? Hey! Get back here!" She followed along awkwardly, never daring to take her arms from across her now legendary breasts. Quite often the ground was uneven enough that the Princess had to balance with her arms. Every single time she did that she caught Sir Larsort watching her jiggle. Before too long though they were out of the woods. Sir Larsort was able to get them some horses for the smallest of the golden trinkets he had taken from the dragon. Instead of bringing the horses to the Princess who had hid in some bushes, he beckoned for her to come to him. So she had to walk out where a few stunned and smiling peasants could see her. Since she had to mount her horse she even had to give them a good look at her fabulous tits. "Don't you at least have some clothes I could buy?" An apologetic peasant told her, "Sorry, my lady, but we've nothing fine enough for you." "Anything will do!" "Well, we don't keep extra clothes here at the stables." Sir Larsort told him, "It's all right, my good man, we'll just be on our way." With a smack to her horse, he set the Princess and himself on their way. With her hands busy controlling her steed, there was nothing keeping Sir Larsort from enjoying the show of her bared bosom. Eventually Sir Larsort did manage to get some clothes for the embarrassed Princess, but when he helped her off of her horse first he did make sure to get one last fondle of one of her royal tits and her royal ass. Finally free of her nudity, the Princess was overjoyed to return home. She even tried to be grateful to her rescuer, but the memory of his watchful eyes and wandering hands prevented that.