DRAGON

DragonLove

     Aliksandr found her in the meadow, just as his ancestors had
found others in the past.  Even from his point of view, dodging
in and out of the underhangs of the clouds in the sky, he could
see that she was scanning the skies, as if searching for him,
though she could not see him at his present altitude, had she
been able to see at all.  Aliksandr flew towards his mountain
home, quickly descending to the level of the forest treetops
before approaching the meadow again, swooping over the trees
before settling down near, yet behind, the frame that had been
built in the middle of the meadow.
     As the dragon landed, the girl turned her head to the side,
so she could hear him approaching.  She was blindfolded and
gagged, as was the ritual, though Aliksandr could never
understand why it was necessary, as it took away from what he
assumed would be a beautiful face (they always picked the
beautiful ones... another part of the ritual that he could never
understand... why not keep them for themselves?)
     He slowly lumbered towards her, taking his time to admire
the well-formed, if not a little buxom, body twisting in a vain
attempt to gain some freedom from her bonds.  The girl was in the
middle of a stone frame shaped much like a doorway.  Her feet
were spread an only slightly uncomfortable distance apart, and
secured to the frame by a couple turns of chain around her ankle,
then bolted to the frame itself.  Aliksandr noticed the bruises
on her ankles that the chains were leaving, and wondered how long
the girl had been left there, struggling in the middle of a
field, miles away from the nearest village.  
     The girl's arms were chained together at the wrists, and
attached to a hook in the top of the frame.  Her wrists were also
bruised from her struggles, and he could see a small trickle of
dried blood down one of her arms.
     The girl stopped struggling as the dragon got within a few
feet of the frame.  Now she just stood shivering, her breath
causing her nostrils to flare with each inhale.  As he moved
closer, she started whimpering softly behind the gag... a small
mewling sound quite unlike anything he had heard before. 
Aliksandr leaned his head in closer, and the sound rose both in
pitch, and in volume, becoming more like the whining of a small
pup that has been left without its mother.
     The dragon examined the bruises on the girl's wrists a
little more closely, then gently licked at the trail of dried
blood. 
     The girl squealed from behind the gag, and tried to pull
away from him.  Aliksandr merely waited a moment, then licked
more, until he had cleaned the blood somewhat.  He then nudged
the chain up off the hook, then let it, and the girl's arms, drop
in front of her.
     "You may take off your blindfold and gag, my dear." 
     The girl jumped a little bit, then moaned as her movements
aggravated her bruised ankles.  Slowly she raised her hands, more
out of fear than the weight of the chains on her wrists, and
tugged at her blindfold.  The strap was attached very tightly,
and she had to pull hard enough that the buckle pressed against
the back of her head made her cry out until she had managed to
raise the front of the blindfold up over her head, freeing her
vision.  She dropped it to the ground, then opened her eyes,
crying out once again as the daylight blinded her painfully.  The
girl closed her eyes again, and tipped her head forward,
shielding her eyes further with her hair.  Aliksandr took this
moment to examine her hair; it was the color of winter chestnuts,
but the sunlight brought out a color that was closer to the
coppery edging of his own wings.
     "And the gag." 
     The girl brought her hands up, and tried to move them
behind her head before she remembered that her wrists were bound
together.  She gave a little strangled scream as the cold chain
pressed against her throat, then pushed her hands away quickly. 
Once she regained her composure, the girl raised her hands up
over her head, then worked on the buckle of the gag from behind.
After a few moments, it fell away from her mouth, and took a
place on the ground next to the blindfold.
     By now, the girl had stopped blinking furiously against the
light, and brought her hands back over her head to rub her eyes,
trying to get them to work again.  Aliksandr waited for her to
stop, then lowered his head to her level before she could open
her eyes again.  They opened, and the girl gasped as she looked
into the dragon's deep green eyes staring into hers.
     "Hello, my dear," Aliksandr said. "How are you feeling?" 
     The girl dropped her head and shivered for a few moments,
then said weakly, "I... I... I am ready." 
     "Ready for what?" 
     The girl raised her head again, and looked into the dragon's
eyes with a confused expression on her face.  "I am ready... for
you... to accept me as your... sacrifice."  She dropped her head
again and started sobbing quietly.  
     Aliksandr reached forward with a claw, and raised her chin
up so that he could look into her eyes again.  They were blue,
but light, almost grey, in color, and open very wide.  This had
the effect of making the girl look very vulnerable, and very
lovely.
     "And do you understand what that means, my dear?" 
     "I think so... I know what the Elders told me, once I was
chosen."
     "And what was that?" Aliksandr was amused by the idea that
the supposed wise men of the villages could possibly understand a
ritual as complex as this, and even more amused by the thought
that they could explain it to a child.
     The girl stopped, and looked into Aliksandr's eyes for a
moment, as if trying to understand why he was asking her so many
questions.
     "I..." The girl hesitated, then her face took on an
expression of someone who was just remembering something taught
them long ago, and only now understanding.
     "I am to be your sacrifice.  I am to die, so that my people
may live.  If I do not give myself to you without question, my
people will suffer your wrath."  It was said not in the tone of a
girl, but in the slow measured speech patterns of an adult -- the
tone of blind obedience to an ancient custom, followed for
reasons long misunderstood.
     The dragon nodded slowly.  "And did they also tell you
exactly what will happen to you, once I accept you as my
sacrifice?"
     This question shocked the girl noticeably.  Aliksandr knew
that they hadn't, because they had no idea what happened.  The
dragon, reached down with a claw, trailing it down her leg to the
chain around her ankle, causing the girl to shiver and wince. 
His claw left a faint red line down her leg as a remembrance.  He
then slipped his claw into a link of the chain, and shattered it
easily, allowing the girl to take her foot out of the bond.  The
girl still stood there, silent, as Aliksandr repeated the process
on her other leg, leaving another red line, this time a little
darker, down her leg.  The girl didn't pull away this time,
however, which caused Aliksandr to smile inwardly.  He popped a
link on the other chain, and allowed the girl to take her foot
out of it as well.
     Aliksandr hrmphed quietly.  "You have not answered my
question yet.  Did they tell you what will happen to you, once I
accept you as my sacrifice?"
     The girl looked down at her now-freed feet, then back up
into the dragon's face.  Her own face was a mixed mask of
confusion, fear, pain, and... curiosity?
     "No... m'lord Dragon... they did not.  What... what
happens?"
     Aliksandr smiled, turned, and took a couple steps away from
the girl before he spoke again.  "You needn't know just yet..."
     "Yes, m'lord Dragon." 
     Aliksandr turned his head to face the girl again, and just
looked at her.  She was freed from her bonds, and yet she made no
attempt to escape, choosing instead to simply stand with her head
down, silent, unmoving.  Perhaps it was because she knew the
futility of an attempt.  Perhaps it was because she knew that if
she was successful in he escape it would bring "her people to
suffer his wrath."  Perhaps it was because his last comment
intrigued her enough that she would stay...
     The dragon lumbered back towards the girl, and hooked his
claw in the chain running between her wrists. He raised his claw,
pulling the girl's arms upward, and over her head.  It was not
until her feet were starting to be raised off the ground that she
looked up at him again.  He lowered her feet to the ground again,
but kept her arms raised.
     "It is time." 
     The girl showed a look of confusion again.  "Time... time
for what?"
     "Time for me to claim you as my sacrifice, my dear." 
     The girl shivered visibly at these words, but did not move
otherwise, nor did she lower her head.  "Yes, m'lord Dragon."
     "Put your arms around my neck." Aliksandr lowered his head,
and started nudging his muzzle between the girl's arms.  She
winced as she felt his rough hide rubbing against her arms and it
took some work to get his head the entire way through; for some
time her head was bent back at an uncomfortable angle, pressed
against the bottom of the dragon's muzzle, as he worked it
through the ring of her bound arms.  Finally, Aliksandr worked
his head through, and the girl's arms slipped down around his
neck, which had the effect of pulling her against him.
     "Are you comfortable, my dear?" 
     "Yes, m'lord Dragon." 
     "Good..." 
     Without giving any other indication, Aliksandr unfolded his
wings and with a single flap, he and the girl were airborne.  The
girl gave a small squeal as she was lifted off the ground, and
tried to cling to the dragon's chest, looking for somewhere to
put her dangling feet.  She closed her eyes as they climbed
higher into the sky, feeling only the wind on her skin, and the
rhythmic undulations of the dragon's body against hers...
     ... then a warmth and a hardness between her dangling legs,
as the dragon unsheathed himself and settled the tip of his sex
against her groin.  The girl gasped, and tried to move herself
away from it, but without any real leverage, her struggling only
served to lodge the dragon's cockhead that much more firmly
between the lips of her own sex.
     As Aliksandr flew higher and higher, the motion of his wings
flapping caused his shafthead to rub back and forth between the
girl's nether lips.  Soon, the girl gave up working against him,
as the warmth she was experiencing spreading outwards from the
core of her being took control of her emotions, and her motions. 
She moaned gently as she was taken higher by the dragon, both in
altitude, and in arousal.
     Soon Aliksandr had reached a sufficient height, and he
started gliding and circling slowly.  With the change in his
motion, the girl was able to find footholds on the tops of the
dragons legs, and from there clung to him as tightly as possible,
her eyes closed against the wind that still buffeted her body,
whipping at her garments, tossing her hair about as if it had a
life of its own.
     The dragon bent his head down next to hers, and whispered in
her ear, "It is time."
     Then he dove.  Faster and faster the pair fell through the
skies.  Aliksandr folded his wings against his back, causing them
to pick up even more speed.  The wind was screaming around them
as they plummeted, and the girl shivered uncontrollably, as the
force of the wind pressed her harder on top of the dragon's
shaft.  Although she could not see it, the girl could *feel* the
earth rapidly approaching beneath them, threatening to dash them
to pieces within seconds.  She clung to the dragon even more,
waiting for the end to come, hoping that it would be mercifully
short... then he swooped.
     Aliksandr spread his wings, and pulled them out of their
dive, arcing within meters of the ground.  They turned upwards
again, and the dragon could hear the girl's sigh, even over the
wind.  Then, as he took a giant flap with his wings, to start
them skyward again, he bucked his lower half forward, thrusting
deeply into the girl, then completing his entry with the next
wingstroke.
     The dragon's first thrust snapped the girl out of the
hormonal daze she was in, and she was suddenly immediately aware
of exactly where she was, and why.  His second thrust tore a
scream from the girl's throat, as she was fully impaled on the
dragon's shaft.  Each flap of Aliksandr's wings took the two of
them further skyward, and gave the dragon a fraction more
penetration, which served to raise the girl's scream in both
pitch and volume.  As they flew into the clouds, Aliksandr
leveled off his ascent, and began flying towards his home.  Now
that they were level, the dragon's motions in flapping his wings
served to consummate his union with the girl, as he began a slow
pistoning of his sex in and out of her nether-mouth.
     The girl's screaming eventually died away, and was replaced
with a choked sobbing, with an occasional gasp as Aliksandr's
aerial maneuvering would alter the pattern's speed, angle, or
depth.  Soon, they reached the dragon's cave in the crags of
Mount Thuslim, and as he landed, Aliksandr curled his wings
around the girl, still keeping her mounted on him, as he gently
lay down in his nest, with her still pressed against his belly.  
     As she lay shuddering against Aliksandr, the girl began to
feel the same warmth that she felt before her mind was shattered
by the dragon's final claiming of her as his lover.  She
involuntarily moved against him, and his scaly skin rubbing
against her own flesh somehow felt stimulating, so she continued
to move, at first, very little, but as she fell more and more
under the spell of this rekindled arousal, her movements became
more pronounced.  Soon her rubbing served to move the tatters of
her gown away from her breasts, and the girl rubbed her hardening
nipples against Aliksandr's leathery hide, gasping and cooing as
she did so.
     The dragon watched her arousal build, then, as fuel to the
fire, he gently raked a claw down her back, hard enough to leave
a strong mark, but not enough to break the skin.  When the heat
from the scratch hit the girl, she arched her back, moaning
loudly, and sliding forward on his shaft.  This last motion
evoked a squeal of pleasure from the girl, and she quickly pushed
back down on the dragon's member.  Immediately, the sensations
caught up with her, making her moan and want to slide forward
again... within minutes, the girl had worked herself into a
frenzy, riding the dragon's sex like a bar wench on a tavern-goer
with some extra gold.
     Aliksandr raked his claw down her back again, and the girl
screamed again, but this time, it was a scream of wanting.  She
bucked against the dragon, bringing her hands up to pull on and
rub her nipples harder against his hide.  Soon, she started
throbbing around the dragon, and her screams rivaled the roar of
an enraged Dragon as her orgasm hit.  The girl fell forward, her
screams choked off by her own body, and continued to rub as much
of her body as could maintain contact with the dragon's skin.  At
last, the orgasm began to subside, and the girl's movements with
it, until she lay curled up on Aliksandr's belly, her breath
coming in short gasps.
     The dragon wrapped his wings around the girl and pulled her
up towards his chest gently, allowing his shaft to slip out of
her, and resheathing it.  As she lay against his chest, in the
first stages of a light doze, Aliksandr bent his head and
whispered gently in her ear.
     "You have shared the love of the Dragon," he whispered to
the girl, "and it is now a part of you.  I claim you as my Love,
and as my Rider, and together, we shall spend our days in the
skies.  To you, I give your name, which is Tarion.  I also give
my protection, my devotion, my life, and my name, which is
Aliksandr.  It is by these names that we are thus bound; two
souls, one force.  Now rest, Tarion, for tomorrow we ride."
     By the time Aliksandr had finished speaking these words, a
low purring rumble was coming from Tarion's throat, and her chest
rose and fell gently, as that of someone deep in slumber.  The
dragon smiled quietly, and lay his head next to Tarion's. 
     <<Such are the ways of rituals, dear Tarion... and there
will be more to face in the future... but they will be faced
together.>>  Upon these thoughts, the dragon slept, holding his
Rider safe. 

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Gregory Daniels: CrystalMaster, "Insatiable" Top, Part-time
Dragon Scoundrel First Class, and all around MEAN BEAST!!! 
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