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"Who could be alive in this seer wilderness?" he thought to himself as he swung toward the sound, his travel armor clashing as he moved. He came over a rise and his eyes widened with amazement. There, on a rocky headland, within an ornate metal frame well over ten feet high, with the body of a naked girl. The chains holding her arms and legs spread-eagled were well padded, as though to minimize any pain she might feel. But why was she here? Where were her people? Sir Bedevier guided his horse down the narrow track to the location of the structure. It was really finely done. Wrought iron carefully painted to resist the salt air of the nearby sea, and inset with many gems: carbuncle, amber, coral, jade and lapis. He turned his eye to the frame's captive who hung sagging, supported by silvery chains. She looked exhausted. Her face was sallow, and her hair hung limply around her head. Her arms and legs shook with exhaustion. "Help me! Oh, please! Help me," she begged. "M'lady, I shall," he said with knightly resolve. He dismounted, and taking his broadsword from its sheath, attempted to cut through the shackles. The sword had no effect on the metal and the girl cried at the pain that the striking caused to her stretched limbs. "I cannot cut through," Sir B said gruffly. "Are the links ensorcelled?" "Yes," the girl replied. "Only the dragon can break them." "Dragon?" Sir B looked nervously over his shoulder toward the crashing waves. Turning back, he shook his head in wonderment. "M'lady, why come you hence? What is the purpose of this bizarre practice?" "My village has left me to die! I am the sacrifice to the dragon!" she howled as tears coursed down her face, wetting the trails of prior Laocoönial emissions. "M'lady, please!" Sir B interjected. "I am here. I am a knight. I shall save you!" "There is no hope for me." She shook her head sadly. "My fate is sealed." "What fate is that?" "Once each year, we chose a virgin to sacrifice to the worm," she said, as though reciting a long remembered story. She shook her hair back, revealing her face. If she had not been crying and were cleaned up, Sir B opined, she would be quite fetching. "This time, it was me." "Dastards!" Sir B shouted gruffly. Then he looked thoughtful. "But, M'lady, why were you chosen?" "My fiancé died in an accident the day before our marriage! I am considered to be bad luck!" she sobbed. Sir B nodded. He could see the logic of that. "But what is this rite? To sacrifice a human to an ungodly beast! It shall not be!" The knight turned his back to the girl and raised his sword in challenge. "You cannot best him," she murmured to his back. "He is unkillable. The only hope is..." The knight turned back to her. "Whatever is needed, that I shall perform!" he said proudly, his off-hand pounding his chest. The girl looked up at him with a calculating expression on her face. "My only hope is... that you fuck me!" she said with a half-smile. His jaw dropped! "But M'lady, how would that...?" And he smiled under his mustache and beard. "I see! No longer a virgin...?" "No longer a sacrifice," she replied. "But M'lady, how?" He looked around as though seeking a bed or at least private place. "How else? You can see I am well spread." His eyes drifted down to her splayed legs. Her nether lips were stretched wide and gapped pinkly in the bright sunlight. She bent her knees back, spreading herself wider, but winced. "Can you... Will you lubricate me? The winds have made me as dry as a husk." "As my lady commands." Sir B dropped to his knees and crawled forward until he was below her body. He hacked and coughed. The girl gave him a sour look, but lifted her face to the sky as his tongue touched her sex. He stuck it inside and licked around her opening. "Oh, yes, Carl," she said. Sir B nodded. So that was her fiancé's name. She may be a virgin, but she had not been unloved. As her rescuer he obviously had some pleasurable times past to live up to. He continued to answer her call. Her gaunt body gave him full access to her deprived female parts. Her tissues warmed to his actions and soon she was pressing anxiously down against him. He lipped her carefully, aware that she was probably tender as well as dry. Even after she had recovered within, and he could detect some internally generated moisture, he lapped and sucked warily until she lovingly let down the sweetest nectar he had ever known, in many years of roving. The girl hung limp now, stress no longer evident in her thin frame. Sir B released his personal weapon from its protective sheath under his armor and chain mail, can't be too careful with the family package, he knew, and revealed a long lance that would have made any knight proud. The girl's eyes bulged. "My god, maybe I'll take the dragon!" "T'would not be right, M'lady," the knight said as he carefully aligned his shaft and sited it to its new home. "Errant knights must always be ready to mount and thrust at a moment's notice. Prepare for the plunge." The girl tried to scream, but could only manage a gurgle as he drove it in. She sighed with relief as the shaft withdrew but when it was resheathed, she resigned herself to the joust. Back and forth it went, giving first relief, to be followed by distress, but then his chain mail weskit rode up over his piece until it came into contact with her tender swollen nubbin. Again and again it touched that magic spot until she felt all soft and yielding inside. "'Tis like this, M'lady," Sir B said as he held himself close to her, "with dragons there must be no possibility of misunderstanding." She could not tell what he meant, but immediately her inner tissues were bathed with his hot lather, and she exploded into another sizzling paroxysm of muscular contractions and searing joy. "No, of course not," she sighed. The knight bent his knees, lowering his loins until he unsaddled. The girl looked down to see his angry weapon, still vertically rampant and challengingly tight against his body armor. She blew it a kiss. "And we must be complete, or you may be undone," he said as he walked behind her. She looked fearfully over her shoulder. "But what...?" she asked as his rampant weapon positioned itself at her widely spread ass crack, with its tip against her rosy bull's-eye. "Exactly," the knight confirmed with a nod. "No! I don't..." "Sorry, we can't take a chance." The questing point probed her exposed vent. It pushed in, opening her just a little. She grunted in pain. "It hurts," she squeaked, but did not repeat her earlier objection. "Life is pain, my dear," Sir B said into her ear, but he lowered his hips and returned his rod temporarily to her dripping store. Having wetted it thoroughly again, he returned it to its quest. "Oh," she said as he gained significant presence, stretching her around him and gliding up inside. He pulled the gauntlet off of his right hand, reached down between her legs, and carried more of her leaking emissions back up, spreading them along the length of his shaft. He rolled her clit between his thumb and fingers, eliciting a mew of curiosity. "Here," he said as he inserted a few more inches. She pushed back with some interest as if to see... "Now stay with me," as his slick love instrument delved into her depths. She had thought that she was sated but this new feeling had her awake and riding back on him as much as he was riding her. His leather-palmed hands embraced and tweaked her solid small breasts and squeezed her hard tipped tits to attention. Her hips seemed squeezed up tight as though what was happening to her backside was happening everywhere in her loins. When he commenced rhythmically dilating her nether hole with his thumping delivery, the beats transferred to her priorly active female organs and she came again, even more strongly than before, as though to make up for the strange way she was being inspired. Afterwards she hung, replete. "Ah, oh," the knight said as the sound of leathery wings cut through the salty air. He looked over the girl's shoulder as a flapping red and black form expanded out of the light blue sky. Soon the dragon stood on the shale, picking its nose. "I see I am a few minutes too late," it said, sniffing the air. "She is clearly a virgin no longer." "Begone, you beast," said Sir B, circling out from behind the girl, tying up his kilt and grabbing his sword at the same time. "She is not yours to have!" "I think I am the judge of that," said the dragon. "After all, her village gave her to me." "But she is no longer a virgin. I have seen to that." The knight raged, "And if you do not leave, I shall see to you as well." "So what if she is not a virgin? The village has given me many such. Mostly, I am sure, they did know the condition of their gift, but I never held that against them." "So you will devour a non-chaste offering?" The knight looked puzzled. "Then why...?" "Devour? It is a lovely word, but I rarely eat flesh, and especially, I do not eat human flesh. No, such a thing could never happen. Unfortunately, we dragons are irreparably linked to humans, not for food, but for procreation." "You mean?" the knight looked stunned. "Yup. We don't eat them, we fuck them." "So the requirement that she be a virgin is valid!" Sir B shouted. "Stand thee and fight!" "Oh, give me a break," the dragon replied. "I think you are talking about the sacrifice I gave back about 50 years ago. The poor thing must have been seven month's pregnant. I returned her because I was worried about her." "I don't understand," the knight lowered his sword a little. "Look, dragons and human are symbiotic," he saw the blank look on the knight's countenance. "That means that dragons cannot live without humans. The first problem is that dragons are all of the male sex. There are no female dragons." "But how...?" the knight's head swam. He was remembering a late night at the tavern and the good looking squire on the bench before him. Such a good looking squire! Maybe? "No, not like that," said the dragon, who could obviously read minds. "Here, this is how it works. The village gives me a girl. Sometimes she is a virgin." The dragon waddled up to the girl in chains. "Then I take this..." He reached down and opened a flap in his scaled belly. A soft column of leathery flesh appeared and lay against his form. "Then I stroke it like this." The dragon's horny hands coaxed the exposed flesh to stiffness. Soon it was about a cubit long and a couple of thumbs in diameter. It was white in color, but with a shiny blush of promising life. The tip was small, however, almost like a needle, about two inches long. It was the strangest cock the knight had ever seen. "Then I insert it like this," as the girl watched in wordless wonder, the dragon pushed it up inside her well-stretched female form. It sited smoothly. "Now, I have to get the tip into her womb," he said moving it around experimentally. The girl let out a gasp and hunched her hips up. The dragon moved a few inches forward and stopped. He sighed with satisfaction. "Like that." "Why?" the knight said. He didn't understand half of what he was seeing, but he was totally fascinated nonetheless. "For the egg. Dragons hatch from eggs, but we don't actually mate with human women, we just need them to carry the egg until it is ready to hatch, which is usually nine months from creation." "So they don't have to be virgin?" "No, but if they are already pregnant, there may be some interference between the fetus and the egg, so I don't take girls that are very far along. Generally it is no worse than delivering twins, but why take a chance?" "So you are...?" "Yes, I am about to make an egg in this girl. Notice that my penis expands to about three inches in diameter and turns somewhat yellow." The girl looked down and groaned. "That is the egg making material. It takes me about half an hour to create an egg in her womb. Even if you have made her pregnant, that will not be a problem. She will deliver both the baby and the egg at the same time." "So you don't eat them?" "Cum'on. I said I rarely eat animal flesh. No, but I will bite through the chains and take the girl back to my castle. She will live with me until she delivers the egg. There is a village outside the walls where she can live after she gives me my son." "So how many offspring do you have?" "I have been making eggs for 110 years, but I only have 5 children. Dragon children are stupid and not very attractive. They smell bad to their parents and have many fatal accidents, especially learning to fly. That is how we keep our population down." The knight looked up at the girl. Her lower belly was inflating roundly as the dragon fashioned its egg in her. "So what happens if I've given her a baby?" "Unlikely, but she can raise it in our village. They are not as unsophisticated as the one she was born in." The three watched in silence as the dragon's substance slowly expanded the girl's womb. Soon her belly was fully stretched, circular and tight. The dragon withdrew, returning his member to its place, and bit the chains in twain, supporting the girl with his forepaws. He turned her around and lifted her up onto his boney shoulders. "M'lady." The knight bowed low to his mounted mistress. "What do you want me to do?" "I am fine," the girl said, cradling her now rounded belly. "An hour ago I thought I was about to die a horrible death. And then I met you and you introduced me to what it is like to be alive again. You taught me how to function as a woman. Of course, I would wish for some clothes, but I shall go now with the dragon to his castle. Maybe I will have our baby, or maybe not. In any case I have a reason to live for the next nine months. That is more than I had when my fiancée died. A reason to live is all that anyone can ask. I thank you, most noble knight. I am free and I am happy." "That is indeed all anyone can ask for," Sir B replied. "My mission here is done." Sir B. mounted his horse and rode away, content. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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