I am no damsel, nor virgin either.  They have known this.

I am no damsel.  To those who know me not, at an easy glance at my nude body, I may look so, but all the village knows I am neither man or woman, and I can perform the tasks of either sex just as well.  They have known this.

I am no virgin either.  I have heard of those who walk the line between sexes, who may choose one or both or neither, who are holy priests and priestesses, wise ones, revered and untouchable.   They may be virgins; I do not know.  But I am not one.  I have tasted the fruits on the offering, and though I may have sometimes found them sweet or now and then a bitter one, still I have much experience in this.  It is not a thing gossiped about in our village, who has lain with whom, but still, they have known this.

And yet my name was in the lot.  I bet it was the blacksmith's apprentice.  He has not liked me ever since I told him he could not forge a horseshoe that was not crooked.  I told the truth, but he did not like to hear it.  I bet it was him.  And my name was drawn.  By the cruel fancy of luck, I was chosen.  And so dawn finds me, neither damsel nor virgin, bound hand and foot in a manner most undignified to a boulder in the forest clearing a half-day's walk from the village.  A rough-woven shift is on me, and nothing more.  It is cold, damn it.

As the clear grey light reveals leaf and blade and twig and stone, I hear it.  A scuffling.  A crunching of dead mulch on the forest floor.  The slither of scale on bark.  The huffing of great nostrils expelling hot breath.  It is coming.  It is here.

I cannot see it, for it has come behind me.  Face down and spreadeagled, I cannot look over my shoulder to see the beast.  I have heard stories of its look and nature, but none can confirm as no one knows a soul who has seen it and lived.  I wonder, then, how the stories come to be.  I wonder if I shall see it, before I am devoured.

Hot breath against my legs.  The smell of brimstone, faint but foul.  I am not sure if I want to quench my curiosity, or if I want it to be over with.  I have never been eaten before.  I assume it hurts.

With a great startle, I feel something slick and warm against my calf.  This questing thing slides up my leg, under the shift, finding the cleft between my thighs.  Is this part of the eating?  Is it tasting me?  Surely this strange wet thing is its tongue.  But why taste me there?  Somewhere between fear and resignation, a new feeling arises: pleasure.  With a shudder I feel the sensations push past my very understandable concerns, as the slimy tongue wriggles against my sensitive parts.  What is it doing?  Is this meant to be some kind of pre-meal torture?  Does prey taste better when its senses are aroused?  I had thought the thing to be some mindless beast, driven to destruction and malice, but these do not seem to be the actions of an animal mind.  A heavy clawed foot thumps down on the bounder beside me, even as the tongue continues to lap at me.  It is hard to concentrate on anything with the forked tip squirming into my opening, probing inside, pushing me open.  A movement above, behind me, and then I feel sharp talons graze my back as the beast snares a pawful of my shift and rips it free, leaving me bare.  Oh, God... what does it intend to do with me?  The prospect of devouring seems further away with every passing minute, and I must admit I am not too eager to end this activity, as its slippery appendage delves deeper into me and its hot sulfurous breath warms my backside.  The ropes chafe at me as I writhe in place, panting squeaks escaping my lips.  The small noises are quickly replaced by a whine of disappointment as the tongue withdraws, leaving me empty.  Perhaps the monster is malicious after all, to so cruelly remove the pleasure it eagerly applied a moment before!

Those same claws that shredded my shift now go to work again, swiftly snapping the ropes that bind me.  The mighty paw closes around my middle and lifts me into the air.  I am shamed to admit that I did scream.  If ever there was a time for fear, being hefted by some unknown beast with a reputation for eating everyone it meets is probably it.  The massive creature sits back on his haunches, talons balancing tail, somewhat like a squirrel.  I see this when it turned me to face it.  And I see it.  And it is not so hideous to behold.

Taller than a house, with the great clawed paws I had already seen, four of them as with any other thing that lives in the forest and goes on legs.  A long, thick, tapered tail, the tip coiling behind it as it watches me with interest.  Watches me with great golden eyes, burning with some inner fire, slit-pupiled and, God help me, intelligent.  Its heavy, muscled body is covered in gray-green scales, fading to black above and pale below.  A sinuous neck leads to a wedge-shaped head, muzzle coming to a beak-like point, skull ringed with black horns and a nose with nostrils like a horse, tipped with another black spike.  When that big mouth opens, the red forked tongue that had been so skillfully teasing me before is framed by long yellow fangs.  I come from a small village, and do not know as much of the world as some others might.  But I know enough to know what manner of beast this is.  A dragon! A forest wyrm, most likely cunning as any wizard and old as the stones themselves.  It really must eat everyone it meets, or how could none know a thing as big and wondrous lives here, not know its magnificent countenance?  For looking upon it inspires me with awe, though it looks like some great lizard; perhaps it has a magic to create a sense of beauty against the true knowledge of its form.  I know not.  But I do like to see it.

Another aspect of it I see, one that very nearly distracts me from the impressiveness of its appearance.  As I have said I am no virgin, and I know well the parts of men and women and others besides.  I have not seen a member such as this, but unmistakable in the growing light of the morning, a great red cock springs from its underbelly, tapered and thick, and drooling pearly essence already.  It seems I was not the only one enjoying its tongue-bath.  I wonder what it intends to do to me.  I have an inkling.

As I guessed, the dragon brings me close, first to his face to lick my whole body from groin to throat with a slickened tongue still smelling of my nether parts, as well as of the brimstone scent which seemed to emanate from its gullet.  Nervously I wonder if this implies a flame in his belly, and while it would certainly be exciting to see this ability exercised, I would rather not have it exercised into my face while I am held before its beak-like maw.  No small relief on my part when he removes his tongue from my skin and lowers me - though, upon realizing where he is taking my comparatively small body, a new hesitance arises.  I am an adventurous sort when it comes to pleasures of the flesh, but given that the wyrm's, well, wyrm is easy the same length as my body from crown to toes, this adventure seems likely to have an ending that would impede my physical safety.  Nevertheless, as I say, I am adventurous, and as I seem to have no choice in the matter, I am game to give this a try at any rate.

The huge tapered member is introduced to me via a rubbing against my chest and belly, the dragon emitting a pleased-sounding rumble as he frots me against himself, and while rather damp, it is not an unpleasant experience.  The cock is warm, nearly hot, and smells of an enticing musk, and so I am happy to drape my recently-freed arms about it and nuzzle my face into the firm flesh.  Always one to trade favors where love, or rather lust, is concerned, I give it a few teasing licks and find it salty and slightly bitter, but not unpleasant - in fact, the aroma and flavor is so much like a highly intensified version of the human partners I have coupled with before that my own parts quickly grow moist and eager, replacing the bestial saliva that has evaporated since the wyrm's tongue left my nethers a few minutes before.  Further rumbles from the beast indicate his approval, and as he draws me upwards again its tip beading with juice leaves a trail down my front.

Now we come to it.  Turning me away from him, he lowers my body to press the tip of his huge prick against the split of my legs.  Obligingly I spread my thighs, most interested in a new experience, and also wanting to keep this from being uncomfortable, if possible.  If I can show him I am happy to comply, perhaps he will be moved to be gentle with me.  One may hope.  Slowly, he begins to press me down with his paw around my body, and I can feel his tip pushing me apart, thickening rapidly to a much more intense sensation.  I have always been one for large playmates, and will indeed seek out larger objects to press into myself, I am not ashamed to say.  So the quickly overwhelming sensation of being split open at my core, being spread wider than I ever have been, the sense of stretching and fullness, all these combine to extract loud moans and heavy breaths from me, to cause me to squirm in the dragon's grasp and grip his scaled toes tightly with my hands.  Answering growls and grumbles from the throat above me tell me I was not the only one enjoying this adventure.  Further and further he slides me down his red cock, slick slime from his pleasure dribbling out of him to wet my thighs and rump.  The slowness of his entry seems almost tortuous - now that I am more enthusiastically enjoying this act of cross-species lust, I want more.  So much more.  And it is a pain to me to be so slowly receiving it.  I have always been a person of lustful hunger and little patience.  But finally, with a frustrated whine on my part, I feel him hilt to a point inside me of which there is no passing.  My entry is only so deep, after all, and it is simply not possible for me to take a member that is bigger than I am.  I am stuffed full, and it feels amazing, better than any coupling I've ever had.  The beast above me groans, and begins to slide me upwards again.  I clutch at his claws, not wanting to lose the intensity of fullness, but in another moment he slides me back down again.  Ah, so that is how it goes.  Not unlike a human pairing, but on a much larger scale.  I hope he is not frustrated that I cannot envelop his entire prick - I am greatly enjoying this, panting with pleasure and writhing in place, my mind growing somewhat hazy with the crowding of sensations, but I should not like it much if he should decide to try to force things.  I do not think that would end well, even if he does have some draconic magic.  He slides me up and down, faster and faster, giving very small and restrained thrusts of his hips, jabbing at me inside, but it feels good, so good.  Lewd, wet noises flow from our joining, adding to my excitement, along with his growls and huffs as he hunches over me, his hot breath blowing into my hair.  I cry out with every hilt inside me, and it seems those hilts are growing deeper and deeper.  Beneath where his paw holds me tight, I can see and feel my belly pushing outwards with each thrust, obscene and delighting me completely.  I have never been probed this wide or this deep before.  Never in my life and all my experience have I felt so good.  God, so good.  Like most persons with my parts, I cannot usually reach my ultimate pleasure without.. outward stimulation, but this stretching and plunging is racing me towards it all on its own.  The dragon seems to be faring about the same, hips twitching more spastically, grip tightening firmly about me, huffing against my head and growling mightily.  Another thrust, another, three, four - and my climax rushes through me, enticing a scream as before but of a different nature, my insides shuddering around his appendage as he forces himself farther into me than ever before.  My belly bulges out and it would be on the point of pain were it not for the roaring pleasure inside me.  He grinds himself against my inner walls and with an answering roar finds his pleasure as well, spraying burning hot dragon-seed into me, splashing out of me to soak my groin, my legs, his cock, the floor the clearing, the boulder - everything.  Tilting his head back, away from me (thankfully), I get my wish to see the power of his breath as he spumes flame twenty feet into the air, blue-hot with smoke belching from his nostrils.  The excitement of it and the seed spurting into and out of me drives me further, and I scream again in time with his inferno, rocking desperately against his prick as I spasm my way through another climax.

His fire sputters out with another great puff of smoke, and he lowers his head to me to nuzzle his beak against my cheek.  Laughing, I stroke his muzzle and pat him.  With a groan from both of us, he lifts me from his prick and sets me on the ground.  As a true gentleman might, he uses his forked tongue to clean his mess off me before attending to his own sodden member.  I sit on the boulder and use the remnants of my shift to tidy up the last of the wetness, and look up at him to find him looking back at me.  He lowers his head again to nudge at me, and I grin and rub around his still-smoking nostrils, scratch the bridge of his snout - which results in his slit pupils disappearing as his eyes roll back in delight.  As I pet his great head, I am thinking.  I am used to life in the village, but I've never really had anything tying me there.  And the blacksmith's apprentice is ever a pain and impossible to avoid in a small hamlet.  I've always wanted to see more of the world, but I've never been sure what I meant by that.  And for someone of my tastes, it's hard to turn down the temptation of time spent with the best lover I've ever had.  Not to mention it would serve the blacksmith's apprentice right to be stricken with guilt over the thought of my having been eaten because of his petty tricks.  Yes, I think I have made up my mind.  I do not know how long I will stay for, but for now, keeping the wyrm company seems a pleasant diversion.  In time, I may decide otherwise, or I may choose the life of a dragonrider - a thought which causes me to snicker aloud at the wording.  For now, I will follow my new lover back to his den.  For now, I will stay.