Disclaimer: If adult sexual situations make you squirm
in a good way, keep reading.  If not, come
back another time.  

To Tame A Dragon
(C) 1999 by Virago Blue

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It was rather difficult, to say the least, to maintain
some semblance of dignity upon this crazy train. 
Rape, punish, pillage, and plunder in one day.  I was
actually sore.  Even so, my appetite and desires were
beginning to gnaw at my insides.  I knew what this
meant.  If I didn't give in and quench my thirst I
would become bitchy.  Well, more bitchy.

He was slumped back in his seat, his head thrown back
against the cushions.  I observed him for quite a
while and determined that he was either asleep or
drugged.  Probably drugged if that little witch in
Salem had anything to do with it.  He may never know
what would happen if he lay there in a drunken stupor. 
I can't imagine that weak ale he consumed could have
knocked him out.  He held his arm protectively against
his chest.  I did recall he suffered an injury during
the crash. Poor man.  Enough sympathy, I was hungry.

I inched forward on bare feet.  Damn if that lecherous
leprechaun hadn't taken all my clothes after our
little game of tag.  I lost a bet, he said.  I must
saunter around, chin high and breasts exposed the rest
of the day to satisfy the terms of our wager.  It
didn't matter really.  

I crept upon my victim and knelt before him.  He never
stirred.  With practiced efficiency I slid my hands up
his thighs and quickly unleashed his drowsing manroot. 
I know I smiled.  I usually do when I see such a
thundering phallus in its kittenish state.  

It didn't take long before it stirred in my mouth. 
Just a flicker of the stiff tip of my tongue sliding
over and under his head stirred the beast from its
slumber.  How I love slaying dragons.

In nearly an instant his stiffening prick overflowed
my mouth.  He was hung very nicely, I noticed. 
The weight of him felt good in my mouth, nearly as
good as the first taste of his nectar as it oozed
from the dragons' tongue.  

I knelt before him, now on hands and knees.  I used
one of my hands to stroke his burgeoning cock.  My
mouth, lips and tongue did the rest.  With little
restraint on my part, I opened my legs wider.  I loved
the feel of the air between my legs on my bare sex,
especially before someone closes in.

My victim moved under me.  My mouth would not relent
its hold on him.  He didn't seem to mind, though.  
His gyrations told me he rather liked the battle we
were engaged in.  With less than a timid thrust, he
released his seed in my waiting mouth.  Hot lava-cum
spewed from his cock and splashed against the back of
my throat.  He was hotter than I was.  

I arched my back as unknown fingers began to play with
my wet sex.  I didn't feel the need to turn and look. 
In truth I did not care.  It felt too good to
question.  

My mouth left his recovering cock for a moment.  I
bent to nuzzle and tickle his now relaxed balls.  My
warm breath caressed his thighs panting, panting,
panting with each stroke of my secret lover's fingers
on my passion-swollen pussy.  

My hair, raphaelesque and a little messy, puddled in
my spent victim's lap as my attentions were drawn to
my own pleasure.  My hand left the stickiness of his
wilting shaft and found my breast.  I massaged the
globe of soft flesh and fingered the hard nipple which
crowned the peak. The tingle intensified.  

I reached down and met the fingers of my benefactor. 
Both our fingers slid over my punished flesh.  I was
begging for release.  "Now, fuck me now. . . " was all
I managed to whisper hoarsely as his fingers buried
themselves deep inside me.  

He pulled away, only momentarily, leaving me bereft
and wanton.  I needed to be fucked. He answered my
silent wish and plunged his thick member deep, deep,
deep inside me.  Oh . . .yes. 

Oh.  Yes, yes, yes.

Fuck me.  

What a fucking crazy trip  . . .