“Well?! Aren’t you going to eat me dragon? I know that’s all your kind cares about.” I yell into the darkness. My gigantic captor remains silent and obscured by shadow, though I can hear its claws clacking on the cave floor. Suddenly in the upper periphery of my vision two glowing yellow slits appear before widening into proper ellipses; the dragon’s eyes. I avert my eyes to avoid the draconic hypnosis that stories tell of. However I realize that without armor or a weapon I am as good as dead. The dragon opens its mouth and I am blinded as flames spring to life within.

None of this would have happened if my fool brother Jons hadn’t run off. We had just lost Bethany, the herder’s wife, one night prior. The boy disappeared today at sun down presumably to be with his love from the adjacent village. I took up my pike and set off to drag him home before one of the dozens of dragons in the valley area could get to him. I headed to his daytime hiding spot by Gennsbrook River, but found no trace of him. I traveled to the next town to check the lady’s house and arrived just as the sun dipped below the horizon. Upon arriving at the lover’s house I heard dear brother laughing and joking inside. Furious, I opted to hurry home and chastise the dolt in the daytime tomorrow.

It was when I passed Gennsbrook river the second time that I realized I was being watched. Not only had my senses been honed to notice such things, but dragons perhaps because of their overwhelming powers do not typically rely on stealth. Gripping my pike and peering into the half-light I made out a tall blur sprinting rapidly toward me. Its only discernable details were its piercing yellow eyes and outstretched claws. Recalling Sir Dullahan’s lessons I planted myself firmly on two feet and looked for an opening for a pike thrust. No such opening would become available as the creature swiftly and precisely snapped the mighty shaft of my weapon with a chop. Before I could react there was a second hit that landed squarely in my chest and took the wind out of me. The dragon caught me as I fell, hefted me under its arm, and carried me off as though I were a light bundle of sticks. I couldn’t fight back or scream as I was gasping for air and I soon lost consciousness. All that I can recall is the seeming delicateness of its handling and its confoundingly pleasing smell. 

I awoke in the dragon’s cave and stumbled in the dark groping for an exit. The dragon had been watching me in the darkness and is presently summoning its flaming breath. I cower on the ground preparing to meet The Creator above. The dragon rears its head back before unleashing a seething torrent of flames. When I peek up I find that the dragon was aiming not for me, but for the hundreds of candles overhead. I watch in confusion as it finishes its preparations. The flames die down and I find myself in a breathtakingly beautiful cavern. Its sweeping majesty completely arrested me. Embedded in the walls of the cave are streaks of radiant violet geodes off of which the candlelight plays enchantingly. The cave ceiling is lofty and possesses intricate and impressive carvings. Along the walkway are lined silken couches and ottomans. ‘This can’t be a dragon’s cave!’ I think. I had been a part of several dragon raids with Sir Dullahan and his comrades and the quality of those dens ranged from horrific to merely unpleasant. However this cave rivals our greatest castles in decorative majesty. A heavy clicking pulls my mind back to the present moment. Hesitatingly I turn to face my captor.

At nearly double my height she stands and she is most assuredly female. She is the most human-shaped dragon I have ever encountered. Her feet are shaped like the high-heels of wealthy nobles I sometimes see with the ankle raised by a downward, stiletto claw and with three fore toes where they ought to be. She is extremely leggy and this effect is only amplified by her Amazonian stature. She wears pantyhose that hug her thick thighs seductively. A suitably dragon-looking tail sways behind her. Beneath her revealing magenta dress the dragoness wears a corset that is laced impossibly tight and pronounces both her robust legs and her heaving bosom. A moan escapes my mouth when I see that the cut of the dragoness’ dress barely shores up her immense breasts and they seem to spill out the top. On her naturally burly arms she wears finger-less magenta sleeves out of which her hand-claws can be seen. A rose made of ribbon adorns her slender neck. She bears a small snout and mostly human mouth with its large lips colored magenta as well. Her hair is pulled forward in a curious bun that hangs over her face. She looks down on me with her mouth hung in a smug frown, but with a keen interest in her eyes.

Finding myself both struck by beauty and gripped in fright I watch in a trance as the dragoness sashays toward me. The sway, and bounce, of her stride are thoroughly arousing. Only when she stands directly in front of me, looking down over her bust, does my anxiety overcome my perverse daze. My mind reels and I step back with my palms facing the female. My surrender is halted when she bends down and places an arm behind my back. In the next moment she pulls me into a sensuous kiss. Her big, luscious lips envelope my own and for a brief period I was unashamedly ecstatic. I lay with her firm hand at my back exploring with my tongue her pleasing and exotic mouth. In kind her long tongue roves mine. Suddenly there is a sort of static shock between our mouths which draws me from my unanticipated reverie. As I frantically try to justify the intimate gesture the dragon pulls away. 

“Not a bad showing Donovan. Urick was right about you.” The dragoness finally speaks, and I am startled by both her fluency and her knowledge of myself and my truest friend Urick. Lights and whispers are growing from the caverns behind the dragoness. She begins again “My name is Delilah, but you may call me Madame or ma’am. You belong to me now. I have just placed an enchantment on you that will forbid you from leaving without my permission and from speaking of this place to outsiders.” Delilah produces a lipstick and re-applicates it as the murmurs from the caverns grow in volume. “However you have free reign of my cave and all of its facilities and because you are under my protection no other dragons will dare to threaten you.”  She adds in a somewhat more considerate tone. A crowd of humans emerges from the tunnels. I am shocked to find the faces of some of my townsmen who had vanished months and years prior. The humans are in surprisingly good spirits and look perfectly healthy and fit.
“Donovan you will come to my chambers in two hours.” Delilah states. A smile flashes upon her face before falling into the disinterested, smug expression that you imagine she constantly wears. “Urick, why don’t you show Don the place?”

Confirming my growing suspicions Delilah steps aside to reveal my supposedly long lost friend Urick. As the dragoness turns to leave Urick caresses her thigh. She clacks off down one of the tunnels leaving me with the thirty or so welcoming faces. 

“Of course ma’am.” Urick says after her. “Don! My Lord it’s great to see you.” I run and embrace him. “You’re so lucky to have been chosen. I’ve missed you and I talked about you constantly, I guess the Madame just had to see you for herself.” Urick explains while the other people pat me on the back and slowly populate the couches and tables along the cavern walls. 

“Urick I’m so glad you’re alive. It’s almost been a whole year!” I say as I finally let him go. Now that I have a trusted companion the questions well up inside me. “But Urick how are you alive? All of you. She doesn’t eat humans? And why does she seem so …” I trailed off remembering sultry kiss Delilah pulled me into, “What is happening here?”

Sensing my overwhelming confusion Urick puts his arm around my shoulder and walks me toward the leftmost cave. “My friend, Madame Delilah is a gift. I’m sure she seems intimidating and cold, but she is truly very kind and generous. She is extremely wealthy and cares for us well. She imports foreign fruits and cuisines and sometimes joins us to feast. She’s collected amazing, ancient books from all over the world. There is a heated geothermal pool in the lower levels!” Urick explained with mounting enthusiasm as we walked from the geode-decorated cave into a picturesque candlelit grotto housing a rosewater pool.

“But we are trapped here aren’t we?!” I blurted out.

“The enchantment? All she has to do is grant you permission and you can go wherever you please. Elon is visiting his family in Gorrister right now! When you leave you will be physically unable to speak about where you have been. Though honestly most of us don’t want to leave. The lady gives us all of these treasures and all she asks for in return are some romantic services.” Urick says in a conspiratorial tone.

“You don’t mean you …?” I asked, reminded again of my intimate introduction to the lady.

“Ohhh yes, many times.” Urick states with a chuckle “She only lays with humans, never other dragons. None of us knows why. I believe she’s just got a queer attraction for us. Some think she was once a human who was cursed with an … insatiable dragon body. Whatever the reason I am glad for it because, let me tell you, she is a -goddess- in bed. Sometimes she will summon you merely for the company, others she will demand more intimate attention. She even grants her favorites, like myself, special favors.” 
‘laying with a dragon?’ I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But the thought of Delilah’s curvy, swaying hips compelled me to ask.

“So … what does she do?” 

“Donovan, my friend, imagine what could be done with that long tongue of hers.” Don whispered “She kissed you right? For the enchantment?”

I hesitated in replying to him, finding the topic of relations with a dragoness sexually confusing. After some nudging from him I finally nodded. 

“Yes! You enjoyed it, don’t be embarrassed.” We arrived at what appeared to be apartment rooms. Men and to my surprise women came and went from their private bunks. “Alright my friend, this will be your place.” He said opening the nearby door to reveal a stately room with a stained glass window adorning one wall. There was a desk, a bed, and shelves of clothes. Urick patted me on the back and turned to go. “It’s great to see you again my friend, I have to go meet some of the men for a wrestling match. Give Madame a chance. I know this must seem abhorrent to you, but she is amazing, I promise.” With a wink he added “Man, I’m jealous,” And then left me alone.

I examine the furniture in my room to distract myself from the swelling mental bedlam. Deciding avoidance would be the best course of action I began thinking of ways to escape my bondage. This became increasingly difficult as my imagination continually treated me to images of Madame Delilah laying nude and splayed waiting for my lustful embrace. I tried to think of a means to escape even as the thought of burying my face in the Lady’s enormous breasts pleasantly lingered in my head. Urick was being honest and as good-natured as I remember him and I found myself wanting as always to trust him. I perished the thought of fleeing when I recalled that the Madame is strong enough to carry a full grown man with ease. As the time of our meeting drew near I summoned my resolve and decided to implore Madame Delilah to let me go free. If she is as kind as Urick insists she is then perhaps she will relent. 

Outside my room I asked a passing man which was the direction to Delilah’s quarters and with a knowing smirk he pointed to a hallway two doors away that was lit with peculiar pink fire. Rounding the corner I found myself in a tall, arched hall leading to two tall purple doors vaguely in the shape of a heart. Standing before them I lifted a hand and prepared to knock.

“Come in!” I heard Delilah’s voice boom.

I shoved the heavy doors open to find the Madame sitting upon a tremendous pile of gold coinage. Her room was the most impressive chamber I had seen by far. The cave walls were covered by gilded silks and glittering tapestries. The smell of intoxicating incense struggled to triumph over the waft of cigarettes which the dragoness was evidently quite fond of. Her bed is enormous and very comfortable-looking, and across from it and the gold is a dresser and mirror covered in the female’s finery. 

Delilah rose and said in a sultry tone “Very punctual Donovan, I like that.” She began to cross the room with the clacking of claws that I was pleased to be hearing again.

“Madame Delilah, my lady.” I began “Your cave is wonderful. I can’t believe how welcoming and pleasant the atmosphere is here.” As I spoke Delilah reached the dresser and started to tug at the back of her dress. “But ma’am I don’t think this is right. I belong with my townsmen and they will—“ I was forced to stop speaking when Madame Delilah managed to loosen her corset and dress allowing their contents to spill out. I could discern every muscular curve of her back and the outline of her breasts. The spikes along her spine drew my eye and pronounced the curvature of her figure. 

“Madame I … I think I.” I attempted to make my case as my very brain turned to mush. 

“What do you think of me?” She asked as she clacked toward me. In the full view of her purple, swinging, saucer-sized nipples and bare, yearning groin I was speechless. With an accepting look in her grey irises she added “Come with me.” 

She took my hand gently in her claws and brought me to her bed. I stood facing her as she began to remove her pantyhose. With a clip she slid the first one away. It took a comically long time for the garment to come free of the Lady’s long, muscular leg. After sensually stripping bare the second leg she bent forward and for the second time took me into a kiss. This was the death knell of my resistance. I took the dragoness’ face in my hands and allowed myself to enjoy the taste of her tongue on mine. After minutes of passionate snogging the lady laid back on her comforters and with a suggestive gaze spread her legs to reveal a plump and dripping pussy. Having momentarily rid myself of my pesky qualms I hurriedly stripped my clothes away.

I climbed atop the lady’s bed and straddled her waist. The feel of her broad belly scales was soft and strange though the exoticness of the sensation made it all the more arousing. She watched with calm approval as I slowly caressed the her waist until I arrived at her pussy. I was of course fully erect at this point and after glancing at her face to find a genuine smile gracing her lips I mounted Madame and slowly slid my cock inside her.

Her box is cavernous, but nonetheless enveloping and warm. Her entire body is abnormally warm, no doubt from her draconic lineage. I immediately took to humping. Deep and to the hilt I thrust as I hold onto Lady at her thick thighs. The smell of Lady’s groin is overwhelming and unspeakably arousing. It seems to set my nose ablaze and my mind aflutter. When Delilah’s tail swishes into view I become amazed anew at the fact that I am not only having sex with a dragon, but that it is the best sex I have ever enjoyed. Her pleasure is evidently not rapturous, but her face bears a constant, sweet expression. And she appears to be showing the dragon equivalent of blushing as she lets out occasional low moans that drive me mad. 

The pleasure becomes almost too much for me to handle. I adjust my grip and rhythmically plunge my dick as deep is it would go. This change must have been what Madame Delilah needed as her demeanor finally changes. She begins to grope her mountainous breasts and titillate their nipples. The two of us are panting as I reach my limit. Pulling in one final time I come. I hug Delilah’s supple waist close as I spill my seed deep within her. Above me she lets out throaty cries that are a cross between a moan and a roar. As the waves of pleasure subside Delilah puts a hand on my head and runs her claws softly through my hair. I look up into her glazed but adoring eyes and despite the ecstasies we had just enjoyed I pull out and sit on the edge of the bed. The rush of having enjoyed such taboo pleasures finally caught up with me. 

Delilah circles to face me and kneels down. Any trace of her usual smug expression is gone, replaced with inviting sensitivity. 

“Don’t tell me that’s all you’ve got ‘Brave Knight.’” Delilah says in a cheery tone perfect for disrupting my internal dilemma. She slowly cups her breasts and raises them toward me with a seductive slant on her brow. I swiftly catch her suggestion. In that moment her cleavage is a black hole from which no self-doubt could liberate me. Slowly I bend forward and take her ample breasts in my arms. Taking a gentle hold of the Lady’s endowments I slide my still-slick dick inside the cleavage. Once inside the Lady takes control. She presses me onto my back with one firm hand. She then takes to stroking the length of my shaft between her glorious boobs. The sensation of her skin, smooth but entirely unlike that of a human, is exciting. She eclipses the lights above as she attentively massages my cock. I hold on for as long as I am able, but the dragoness is too experienced. After pecking my cheek she redoubles her speed and I soon blow my second load. It is entirely caught by Madame’s rack.

I lay in a haze of previously unimaginable ecstasy. Madame Delilah curtly rose and made for her dresser where she procures a sheet with which to clean herself. As she went about her business I felt the distinct impression that she had forgotten I existed. She retrieves a gown and began to don it. I leapt from the bed and made to collect my clothes. I decided I would return to my strange room and go over the nights events. 

“You may sleep with me tonight Donovan, if you wish.” Delilah said as she removed her rose choker. Above the disparate opinions swarming in my brain regarding my new situation one was undoubtedly true: ‘I want to be by Madame Delilah’s side.’

“Y-yes ma’am.” I spoke with conviction. The smirk on her face was gone as soon as it had appeared. I understand what Urick said about her. I fell back onto the swirling sheets of Delilah’s massive bed. Yes, I thought, this is absolutely a life I could grow to appreciate.