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Dragon Slayer (fantasy)
By Gregory Daniels NIXPIX Author - 1988

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[Curtain opens on Gregory sitting on his stool, behind a desk. On 
the desk are a manual typewriter, and a large stack of paper. 
Gregory finishes tapping out a few words, then rips the paper out 
of the typewriter with a flair, and puts it on top of the pile.]

There... it's finished. My first submission of fiction to the ASB 
community. I honestly haven't a clue how good it is, because... 
well... because it's as much a head-trip as it is a story. I would 
appreciate comments, critiques, and cash, in small-unmarked bills. 
*wink* 

Honestly, folks, let me know what I did right, and what I didn't... 
oh, and a bit of a warning to y'all: I tried to write the sex 
tastefully, so if you're looking for "fuck suck cunt cock dick lick 
pussy"... keep looking. :) With that said, I'll leave my copies of 
my story with you, and you can pick them up on your way out... 
happy reading!

[Gregory gets up, and exits stage left, then returns to the desk.]

Almost forgot my typewriter... it's an heirloom.

[Gregory picks up typewriter, and exits once again, stage left. 
From offstage, you hear the sound of something heavy being dropped, 
followed by lots of little pinging sounds, as if dozens of thin 
metal rods were bouncing around on the floor.]

"*sigh* Good thing I didn't use my computer..."

[Curtain close.]

[Fade out.]


Dragon Love

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 under hangs 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 were 
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 girls 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 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 laid 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.

"I've always wanted to be eaten by a Dragon..." - Lothie 


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